Forget Me Not - Part 1: Skunked! (494 hits)
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Submitted by ShatteredDreams (View user info) at 2004-11-08 18:45:33 EST
When you live in a town as big as mine, (I know. Stop talking about your town. Fuck you.) you want to leave a lasting impression. In this series of posts, I will be writing about the things my father had done, and the things I have done to be remembered in our respective towns. He grew up in Dalmeny, a town about 15 minutes away from Martensville, then he moved into Martensville with my mother when they got married. I am planning on continuing my Pit Wars series in the near future, as well.
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Part One: Skunked! The first story about my father, as told from his point of view. Some parts are fictional, added to flow the story together, but the basic premise is the same.
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As I stepped on the front porch of my old house, and proceded on my way to school, I had but one thing on my mind. The plan I was to set in action during my fifth period class, that being English 10A. I hated that class with a passion. I was going to ruin it for everybody for days to follow. Not only that class, but the entire school. And I was going to do it myself.
I was distracted away from my studies for most of the day. Physical Education passed by slowly, where we played Indoor Soccer, one of my least favorite things of all time. Soccer is for pussies. My period two class was the same old shit that has been done every day for the entire semester. Add this, total up that, prepare a balance sheet for this, etc. Accounting is also for pussies. Ironically, I am an accountant now. Whoa, eh?
I was fairly tired, so I skipped my period three Math class and went home, where I prepared my materials, and ate myself some lunch. I set my materials just outside my front door as I left to go back to school for my fourth period class, English 10B. Two English classes in a row is bullshit. One should be enough. I can speak the language already. That class went by rather quickly, as the adrenaline inside me started flowing. As the bell for break rang out in the room and halls, I sprinted out of that school, on my way home to grab the materials.
Numerous thoughts crossed my mind while in a slight jog about halfway home. What if I get caught? No problem, I've been in trouble before. What if it doesn't work? Who cares. At least I succeded in my part. What if I get caught? Haven't we gone over this already? That's not an issue. But, in the back of my mind it was. If I got caught for this, I would be expelled so fast.
How am I gonna brag about it and avoid punishment? That was something to ponder later, for now I was standing at the back of the school with a ladder, a bag with something in it, a hammer, and a few assorted screwdrivers. There was no turning back now.
I made sure I was in a position where no one could see me, and I stood the ladder up against the wall. It would be a shame if I got caught now. I spent so much effort using back alley-ways to get her and so much time planning this. No. There was no turning back now.
I slowly climbed the ladder, my breath coming in short gasps, my feet and legs pausing after every little noise, and my eyes darting from side to side constantly. I was on the roof. It was this time that it occured to me that what I was about to do would be hilarious, and I couldn't control my nervous laughter. I was sure someone would see or hear me. Positive, but it was too late now. I had to go on.
I pulled out my Phillips Head screwdriver and unscrewed all the screws around the school ventalation system's intake duct. I was almost there. Just a few mor minutes and I should be home safely. Tonight while hanging out with friends I would find out the result of my action. And I would say nothing.
I slowly emptied the contents of the bag into the duct, and landed on the first level of the airflow with a flop. I paused, waiting for the sound of someone coming to stop me. Nothing. I slowly screwed the cover back into place, and descended the ladder. My walk home was filled with nervousness, laughter, fear, and rejection. What had I just done? Something I will be remembered for, no doubt.
That night, I found out that the contents had spread quickly, and the teachers wouldn't let the students leave. Some had thrown up, other had even passed out. At my grade twelve graduation ceremony, I elected to give a speech. I announced to the world that day, what had happened during fifth period of that Monday in grade 10. The thing that caused the school to be closed for a week for ventalation purposes.
It was I who had placed that skunk in the vent.
User Reviews
Submitted by rcchristi (user info) at 2004-11-09 21:29:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Dramatic build up to the revelation about the skunk. Why did your father
do it? Answer: for the thrill of it all. A well constructed short article.
That's not a zero rating, it's a reserving judgement non-comment for now.