Extraordinary Losers 3

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Authors: Jessica Alejandro
Could they have been the ones who took Mundi, and now, Clandestino was next? That was a worrying thought.
    â€œClass, please pay attention, your common test is coming so we have to get your percentage and ratios right,” Miss Jacobs nagged. “I expect the test is going to be incredibly difficult.”
    Something about what she said made me snap to attention. Incredibly difficult? Why had that jogged my memory? Then, I remembered. A while ago, after the Vandal Scandal had been resolved, we had received a threatening note from someone calling himself the Credible Hulk. It had read, “This is not over, losers! Watch out!” Could the kidnapping be the Credible Hulk’s way of getting back at us? Who was he? We had our suspicions…
    I looked at Clandestino and Janice. Clandestino was glaring at Leonard and Adam, rage burning in his eyes. He knew for sure they had sabotaged him in the race. I tried getting his attention. I needed to tell him my suspicions about the Credible Hulk. But something was distracting him. I could hear a faint vibration coming from his pocket. He grabbed the phone in his pocket in shock. Who would be messaging him now? On a school day, during school hours?
    He slid out his phone, careful not to be noticed by Miss Jacobs. When he read the message, his face took on an eerie pallor.
    â€œPsst!” He signalled to me, then threw the phone at me with a swift flick of his wrist. Fortunately, I was a PRO at catching, and I caught it quickly enough before Miss Jacobs noticed anything. I looked at the message and was stunned. The message read:

    A message from Mundi Sakdipa? But how could it be him? His mobile phone was in his bag! I saw Clandestino taking out Mundi’s phone which he had kept in the other pocket earlier. With his talon-like fingernails, he separated the casing.
    â€œWait a minute, Mundi’s SIM card isn’t here!” he muttered, but loud enough for me to hear. “How did he even…?” He scratched his neck.
    Why was Mundi’s SIM card missing? Phones are the most important thing to students like us. Most of us communicate through our phones! That’s because we can say whatever we want without worrying about our facial expressions, our clothes or the flow of our hair. Adults claim that texting destroys our social skills. But how can that be? When we text, we speak from our heart to our fingers. It is a special language. Quite like sign language. And who says we do not have social skills? We can LOL, something we won’t do in public. So when a kid’s SIM card is gone, it is a major emergency. It is as if a part of us has gone missing, or worse, it is as if someone has invaded our privacy, especially if the phone has fallen into the wrong hands, and by that, I mean the hands of parents or teachers.
    So if Mundi’s SIM card was missing, maybe he actually planned to escape? Or worse, he knew someone was after him?
    I fidgeted in my seat, dying for class to be over so that we could discuss what to do. Fifteen minutes into her lesson, Miss Jacobs left us to use the washroom. We were supposed to solve the case of the balloons. But of course, we had a higher purpose now. I walked up to Janice and showed her the message.
    â€œWHAT?!” She gasped. “That’s Mundi?”
    â€œSssshhhhhh… We don’t want people to be alarmed.”
    Clandestino, in the meantime, couldn’t forget about the morning’s embarrassment. He seized his chance. He sauntered up to Adam, Justin and Leonard. “Hey, I know what you guys did. I am not going to wash my shoe. I have evidence that you dribbled some glue on the track to slow me down. And the evidence is all over my shoe!”
    Adam, being the biggest and strongest of them all, stood up. He loomed over Clandestino, but said nothing.
    â€œWhat are you going to do, re-race?” Leonard laughed. “It’s too late for that! Besides, the teachers are too busy looking

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