I stood up and turned towards my friend again, brushing the leftover residue from my hands.. He turned off the flashlight, then asked me “So, it’s the real stuff then?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Pixi Stix. Almost one hundred percent pure American sugar.” I sighed before continuing. “The principal will want to know of course. If the freshmen sold these to the elementary kids next door, it would be chaos.”

He looked pleased. He was the Doctor Watson to my Sherlock Holmes. Well, if both of them were eighteen year old seniors in high school, and Sherlock Holmes was a tomboy. My name was literally Sherlock Holmes too, due to having two parents that loved the character. But everyone called me Shirley, which I had learned to tolerate. I was going to major in criminology in college, although I’d already solved hundreds of cases in my illustrious career. Stuff like who rigged the last prom vote, or the test cheating ring in Algebra. I had a bright future ahead of me.

He looked at all of the boxes stashed here in what was supposed to be an abandoned classroom. “Well, should we go tell her now?”

I thought for a bit. “Give me half an hour and we’ll meet at her office. I want to take some photos and just check for some more clues.”

He looked at me curiously. “Want me to hang around?”

I shook my head, a little too quickly. “No, no. I’ll be fine. You head to the cafeteria. It’s rectangle pizza day, and I know how much you like that.”

His eyes lit up. He did love his rectangle pizza. It wasn’t bad, actually. Maybe I’d miss it once I graduated. He smiled and headed off towards the cafeteria.

I waited until he was safely out of sight, then forced myself to give it another ten seconds. After that I reached into the box and started stuffing pixi stix into my backpack. It’s not like they’d miss the contents of one little box. I’d just break the empty box down and toss it in the recycling bin over there, and no one would be the wiser.

I saved one pixi stick, of course. Wait, is “stick” the singular of “stix”? “Stix” with an x isn’t even a real word to begin with. This may get confusing. Anyway, it was the one I had opened earlier, which was full except for the small part I had poured out. Spitting out that taste had been the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life. Tilting my head back, I poured the remaining powder into my mouth eagerly.

Well, Sherlock Holmes had cocaine as their weakness. In comparison, pixi Stix weren’t nearly as bad. At least, unless you were surrounded by a bunch of six year olds full of the stuff..

I didn’t think about that though. Already, I felt the sugar rush. “Oh yeah,” I said as I felt energy surge through my body. Getting through the double-whammy of History and then English class after this would be no problem. There was zero danger I was falling asleep any time soon. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the subjects. It’s just that I already knew more than the teachers or the textbooks.

I heard someone clear their throat behind me, I jumped, the sugar and the guilt exaggerating the effect.

My friend was standing back there. “What is going on here?” he asked sternly. He must have doubled back and snuck up on me. I had taught him too well, and been too distracted by the pixi Stix to hear him...

Full Script Here

The teaser above is a bit long, and it's been edited a bit. But I always kind of want people to know what they're getting into before deciding if they want to read further by actually clicking the link.

I've had this idea for the story for a while, but finally finished it last night by the tried and true "just start over and see where it takes you" which appeared to work. Or at least it let me write out the entire script. This was originally envisioned a more conventional script, but I think it works as a narrative and being able to write it that way definitely helped me finish it.

All characters are legal adults, as eighteen year old seniors in high school. If anyone wishes to change anything in this script, please feel free to do so. I'm still kind of unpolished. I also struggled with how to refer to just one pixi stick, which I work into the script itself.

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Thanks for reading these footnotes, and hopefully the script itself.