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So there I was, minding my own business, (If you count using a series of mirrors and cameras put up in the classroom by yours truely to spy on your worst enemy as "minding your own buisiness" wink when he got up. Of course, he would be my worst enemy on earth. Now, you may think, "Oh, she's young, it can't possibly be that bad..." but it is. Oooooooh, it is. So, anyway, he got up and went to sharpen his pencil. Or, atleast, that's what it looked like. I knew he was up to something. After all, he always used mechanical pencils before (despite the school's rules). I even saw him writing with one just now. It wasen't that hard to figure out. Anyway, he got up and passed behind my chair, like half of the people who need to sharpen their pencil have to do. So, he sharpened his pencil, and on the way back, he tripped. It wasen't just any trip, oh no, it was planned. He fell right behind my chair, and "accadentally" brushed his hand against my back. I freaked. You couldn't tell by looking at me, though, I looked as calm as ever. I calmly asked if I could use the restroom. When I got there, I turned my shirt backwards. I looked very closely at every spot...there! I plucked something off my shirt. It was a recorder. Oh, trying to listen in on my ingenious plans, is he? I think NOT! I stuck it to the toilet seat. Happy listening...

For some other people out there, this didn't really happen.