The Smoky Corridor

73

Kurt Snertz lowered the binoculars.

He was lying on his stomach, spying on Zack Jennings, his stupid little dog, the new history teacher, and the bizarro Goth chick Azalea Torres. Snertz’s right fist was wrapped in a bandage; he had sprained it slugging the locker.

Today Jennings would pay for that. Maybe his mangy mutt, too!

Snertz watched his targets march into the school.

He lost visual contact.

“Darn it!”

He’d been tailing the Jennings wimp since first thing that morning. So far, he’d seen the dork and his dad take their stupid dog out for a stupid walk and then go home to eat what looked like stupid pancakes.

Now he was with a stupid teacher.

Kurt would have to bide his time. Catch Jennings when he wasn’t being protected.

“Soon,” he muttered to himself. “Soon!”

Then he crawled closer to the school.