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S Scientists - Chapter 18

 Chapter 18 - The Prank


The S Scientists, as you know, are in great trouble. They currently don't know that, but they will get to, in this very part of the story.


Saketh happily boasted about what had happened, thinking as though it had worked. But anyway, the others were worried. "But don't you think Hi Ho found out that it was just a floatie?" Said Samhitha nervously.


"No! He never found that out. I told you, didn't I? I saw him freak out," said Saketh. "I'm sure it's going to work. Unless he," 


Saketh came to an abrupt stop as the doorbell rang. Shreya went to answer the door. But to her greatest disappointment, it was Hi Ho, his face red, and Shreya was clearly able to see the anger.


Saketh gulped. "Unless he doesn't find out and come here!" He said in a shaky, low tone.


Hi Ho stormed into their house without even asking permission. He marched straight up to Saketh and fiercely leaned over on him.


"One more time I have nonsense with you," said Hi Ho, keeping his voice a bit low. "I SHALL TELL THE POLICE AT ONCE!" saying so, Hi Ho left, slamming the door shut.


Shreya, Samhitha and Shripradhaa stared at Saketh, who was now staring back at them. "I told it wasn't going to work," said Shreya, a bit angry now. "You never listen to us! Why don't you just listen to us for at least once!" 


The next week, Saketh was nowhere to be found. That was because he had left for Hi Ho's house during dawn. Shreya was clearly able to see that because Saketh had scribbled a few plans down on a book which was open on the table. Shreya was angrier than anything. She too left for Hi Ho's house. But Saketh was not there. Hi Ho was fast asleep, with ten guards now guarding the house. 


Maybe Hi Ho made Saketh go to the police station! He did tell Saketh that he will tell the police. But he said that will happen only after he does something bad to him again. Maybe he complained now itself? Only one way to find out. Shreya left for the nearest police station, but Saketh wasn't there either! 


Shreya searched every police station, but she couldn't find him. Then she saw it, he was hanging out with his friend in a HOTEL!


He seemed to have booked a room and started staying there. She saw him laugh and play through the window. She visited his room, which was extremely untidy. His friend was there too. But the laughing stopped as Saketh stared at Shreya, pursing his lips in anger and anxiety. "What are you doing here?" He asked. 


"I thought you had gone to visit Hi Ho!" Yelled Shreya. "What about those plans?" 


"Oh those," Saketh giggled. "It was a prank!" Shreya stared even wider. "Meet my friend Dodo," said Saketh, pointing to a boy with feathery hair.


"Nice to meet you, birdy," said Shreya, not looking at Dodo.


Her eyes will not leave Saketh. Saketh scowled at her. She scowled back. "I gave the idea of pranking!" Dodo said, in his rather squeaky voice. It seemed quite fake. He was, really, really untidy. He was dressed in rags. Well, it seemed like rags to Shreya. 


Now Shreya was scowling at Dodo. "What are you?" She snapped. Dodo's weak smile faded. 


"Well, what are you?" He asked, anger rising in his voice. "You are so very uncivilized to treat me like this!"


"Why? Why you in specific?" Shreya spat. She never had been this angry before. "Because... Because..." Dodo didn't want to reveal the secret. 


Even Saketh didn't know the secret! "What, Dodo, my friend?" Saketh asked, a note of anxiety in his tone. "What happened?" 


"Because.... Because..." Dodo stammered.





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  1. T.SrinivasanDecember 20, 2022 at 9:35 PM

    on't feel the scientist story here but only simple fighting
    story. Anu way the flow of the language is superb shriyandhaa
    From Pushpa patti

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