As I walk down the seemingly endless hallway filled with countless undecorated and horrible classrooms, I begin to get a little scared. The dark hallway seemed horrifying all of a sudden and eerily creepy. It was almost funny that I was so scared of what my classmate is doing. I mean yes, he is my friend, and yes, I come there for clubs every day, but he was a weird guy. I mean, he seemed to be doing something weirder and weirder, and dumber and dumber every day. Walking down the hallway, I got a glimpse of what he was doing in the classroom. Today I saw him doing the weirdest thing yet (which I didn’t think was possible)— nothing. He sat at his desk on the computer, writing a paper for one of his classes. Of course, the classes weren’t hard.
My friend’s odd hobby was not nearly the weirdest part of the day. The next was our client. This was a private detective club that was technically not allowed by the school. The club only had two members: Me, Michael Timely, and HIM, Alex Hancock. The door opened and the person who walked into the room was Principal Trimbill. I was surprised, considering that the principal needed help from a club that was not allowed by the school. I was surprised. HE wasn’t.
The principal finally spoke, “I’m here because someone has been going into the secret security files from school. Nothing much, just lunches and things. But if you find out who, and how more importantly, I will give you five hundred dollars before in advance, and then another five hundred dollars afterwards.” My mind was completely blown, as my mouth drops to the ground.
Immediately I speak, “We’ll take the case.”
He handed us the five hundred dollars. Alex, being the cruel and sly fox that he was, swooped up the money without missing a beat, and then put it in his pocket. He took us to their lead on who did it. We walked into the computer lab, small and cheap, waiting for the principal to finally explain.
“A masked kid was here in the middle of the night at the time that the latest hacking occurred. Then we saw this engraving on the wall the next morning,” Principal Trimbill told us.
On the wall the numbers went as followed:

7,18,1,4,5,19.
“Ooh, they wanted me to come here,” said Alex, “Otherwise he wouldn’t have left the clue! What do you think about it?”
I had no idea, so I just decided to guess, “Oh, uhh… obviously they refer to the room numbers, and, umm, there are obviously clues hidden in those classrooms.”
With no smile on his face he replied, simply and enthusiastically, “Exactly.”
“Really?” I asked him, skeptical and cynical.
“No. Everything you said is completely wrong. The numbers written on there wants me to convert the numbers into letters. It says ‘Grades.’ I can clearly infer that the changing of lunches is a diversion for changing peoples grades,” Alex said.
So the next day we decided to go to the computer lab. And there, as usual, was the best computer geek at school: Sean. Alex asked him if he could find the username of the hacker. It was after school, and I tried what he called “The Powers of Deduction.” Sean appeared slightly overweight had a rather large obsession with Alex, had acne all over his face, had dark hair, and rosy cheeks. Meanwhile Alex was thin, slightly smaller than me, also had dark hair, pail cheeks, and had thick, thick hair like a rainforest. Sean finally traced the username to Alex’s. We all stared in wonder.
“Ugh, their smart.”
He left without another word. I clearly heard Seam leaving and another person entering. Alex stopped, and then ran back to the computer lab as I attempted to follow. We ran inside to find a girl with a mask on, tapping onto her grades in the parent portal. She turned around, and ran out the other door. We chased after her. On the way out I saw Sean’s backpack filled with cash. We ran after her.
“Oh, it’s a group of people!” I hear Alex mutter.
“What? How do you know?” I ask.
He replies, “Because the numbers in the computer lab were clearly written by a boy, while we are chasing after a girl.”
I became winded after running so long. Out of no where, Alex stopped.
“Why did we stop!” I ask him in confusion.
“I have the answer!” he stated plainly.
“To what?” I ask .
“Think! Where to find who was able to hack into the security system in the first place! They were the directions that we were going! First we went North, the first letter of North is N,” at this point I began to hear jeopardy music, “N is the fourteenth letter in the alphabet, and than we went East, which was the second direction we went in, and the second letter of East is A, so A-14!”
We ran back inside. Outside of room A-14, I stopped him before we went inside.
“Who is in there?” I asked.
“Who has access to computers 24/7?” he says.
I answered, “Sean.”
“And who has the obscure obsession with me?” he asks.
I began to see what he was thinking, “Sean.”
“And who had the wad of cash in his backpack?” Alex asks again.
“Sean, I get it LET’S GO!” I almost scream. We went inside, and, sure enough, we saw Sean.
“You found me!” Sean said, “I wasn’t sure if you would. You know, this plan made me thousands of dollars.”
I replied, “We realized.”
He kept going, “Maybe if you let me go I can give you two a couple thousand.”
I answered, “Not a chance.” I then ran at him, and tackled him. The police came. Later, I got my 500 dollars, which I gladly spent on a PS4.
Later, I asked, “While the chase I heard Jeopardy music.”
We had a good laugh about it, but our next detective meeting was NO laughing matter. Soon, my life would never be the same.

He held up a box and said, smiling, “Bluetooth speaker.”