Post by CoolCorky on Aug 14, 2006 20:40:40 GMT 10
I must have been so bored.
Don’t you just hate those days when you’re sat in second lesson, bored as sin and dying for break, when you hear the bell go 3 times. I do. In fact, I hate them so much that one day my mates and me decided to sneak out of the lesson and spend break time in the rain. It was awesome; we got absolutely soaked and played footy, until the bell want for 3rd lesson. I’d been particularly soaked, so I needed to dry myself. Quick. I dashed to the toilets, as students were already filing into classrooms. I managed to dry my hair with my jumper, but now that was soaked. I ran over to the hand dryer. The school had just installed new rocket powered hand dryers, the type the blow so hard is feels like it’ll rip your skin off. I stood in front of this drying jet engine for about a minute. When it slowed down and stopped, I looked to see if my jumper was dry, when I noticed a huge brown burn on the front of my jumper. It was shiny too. Our school jumpers are made out of acrylic, a type of plastic. The dryer must have melted the plastic together. I went over to a mirror to look at the damage. I looked like I had relieved myself the wrong way round. My backside was soaking wet, and the front of my jumper was brown. I checked my watch. I was 5 minutes late already. The worst part of that was, I had Geography third lesson. Mr Trohear would already be saying. “John? Where’s John? I’m bored, let’s re-read the geography contract.” I shuddered. I grabbed loads of toilet paper from one of the stalls and did the only thing I could think of. I began to wipe. Damn, that didn’t help. All it did was make the paper wet, so it mashed up in my hands. Then I had a brainwave! I walked into one of the stalls, took off my trousers, flipped them round and put them back on. For some reason, the front of my coat was really long. It could cover up both stains, and if I was quick enough, nobody would notice! I slipped on my coat, and began to sneak to my Geography lesson. I hid out of sight of any passing teacher, and managed to dodge the group of lesson-skipping chavs that always seemed to be just outside the dining hall. Finally, I made it to lesson. Mr. Trohear was too busy jabbering on about 'Anti-cyclones', and, 'Hurricanes an Bangladesh' and God knows what else, that he didn't even notice me! About five minutes later, he said, "Ah, John, you're finally here. That will be a lunchtime detention for lateness." My eye was twitching, my pulse was showing, but at least I won't get wet next break.
C+C.
Don’t you just hate those days when you’re sat in second lesson, bored as sin and dying for break, when you hear the bell go 3 times. I do. In fact, I hate them so much that one day my mates and me decided to sneak out of the lesson and spend break time in the rain. It was awesome; we got absolutely soaked and played footy, until the bell want for 3rd lesson. I’d been particularly soaked, so I needed to dry myself. Quick. I dashed to the toilets, as students were already filing into classrooms. I managed to dry my hair with my jumper, but now that was soaked. I ran over to the hand dryer. The school had just installed new rocket powered hand dryers, the type the blow so hard is feels like it’ll rip your skin off. I stood in front of this drying jet engine for about a minute. When it slowed down and stopped, I looked to see if my jumper was dry, when I noticed a huge brown burn on the front of my jumper. It was shiny too. Our school jumpers are made out of acrylic, a type of plastic. The dryer must have melted the plastic together. I went over to a mirror to look at the damage. I looked like I had relieved myself the wrong way round. My backside was soaking wet, and the front of my jumper was brown. I checked my watch. I was 5 minutes late already. The worst part of that was, I had Geography third lesson. Mr Trohear would already be saying. “John? Where’s John? I’m bored, let’s re-read the geography contract.” I shuddered. I grabbed loads of toilet paper from one of the stalls and did the only thing I could think of. I began to wipe. Damn, that didn’t help. All it did was make the paper wet, so it mashed up in my hands. Then I had a brainwave! I walked into one of the stalls, took off my trousers, flipped them round and put them back on. For some reason, the front of my coat was really long. It could cover up both stains, and if I was quick enough, nobody would notice! I slipped on my coat, and began to sneak to my Geography lesson. I hid out of sight of any passing teacher, and managed to dodge the group of lesson-skipping chavs that always seemed to be just outside the dining hall. Finally, I made it to lesson. Mr. Trohear was too busy jabbering on about 'Anti-cyclones', and, 'Hurricanes an Bangladesh' and God knows what else, that he didn't even notice me! About five minutes later, he said, "Ah, John, you're finally here. That will be a lunchtime detention for lateness." My eye was twitching, my pulse was showing, but at least I won't get wet next break.
C+C.
