Vandalism – A short story by Amira Akhtar, 2018
“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 back, I gathered all the materials and hurriedly left my house.
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, and 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! They 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. But, 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 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 visible on the classroom walls. They 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 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.