Vandalism 25

Vandalism

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“I want you in the school with all the materials,” the bully said to me with his usual smirk. “Y-yes Tim…” I stammered. With that, he and his three friends left with their hands in their pockets and noses up high. I just stood there like an idiot. I finally regained my composure and started my journey home. Once I got home, I gathered all the materials and hurriedly left my house.

*Time Skip*

My heartbeat quickened as I set foot in the deserted school building where the notorious boys were waiting for my arrival. The boys had skillfully locked the main entrance of the school. I took slow, cautious steps looking for the boys. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I quickly turned around. Terror gripped my whole being as the boys approached me with their signature roguish smirks. “Did you bring it?” Tim asked demandingly. “Yes,” I said while passing him the bag full of spray cans and crayons hesitantly. He snatched it and grinned evilly. They started to walk to our classroom. I followed behind.

Throwing all caution to the wind, the boys started drawing haphazardly across the walls. The boys were wielding the crayons like swords, slashing them against the originally white-washed walls. I stood there with my mouth gaping wide open. They were breaking the rules! Of course, they had done it a thousand times, but vandalising! They could get suspended! This went on for twenty minutes until they stopped. They picked up their bags and left. I hurried behind. “Won’t there be CCTVs’?” I asked anxiously. “We took care of that,” Josh said. I did not want to know how. I went home with guilt washed all over me. I tossed and turned all night and finally, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up with panda eyes. I looked down just to see a bag with empty and used spray cans and crayons. Memories of the day before rushed over me. I was once again filled with guilt. I went down and saw a note from Mom saying that she was coming home late that day, as usual. I ate breakfast and hurried to school.

Upon reaching school, I headed to my classroom. I went to my seat and turned my head around. Traces of misdemeanour were evidently visible on the classroom walls that were filled with unsightly graffiti. I flinched at the sight of it. “ Everyone, stand up!” the discipline master, Mr. Lee had suddenly come in. I stood up knowing exactly what was going on. He pointed at the drawing on the wall. Mr. Lee interrogated the class succinctly in a grave tone but of course, none of the culprits owned up. Hesitantly, I raised my hand. “I know who had done it, Sir!” I said. I went to him and told him everything.

Eventually, Mr Lee called the bullies out. He reprimanded them and caned them. I got reprimanded too because I was involved and present at the time of the act. The bullies apologised to me. As a result, they had to clean the school toilets for one whole week. I, too, apologised to Mr Lee. The bullies promised to turn over a new leaf. I went home that day feeling happy and complete once again.


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