I Got A Detention
Yesterday I was in detention for throwing a snowball on Thursday. But I guess looking back, it was deserved really. The story went something like this.
A load of lads (my older brother included, which isn't like him) had pelted passing cars and teachers cars as they drove into school on Thursday morning. So we all got told in registration class that there was to be no snowballs. Then they pulled a whole school assembly together and the fat, bald one (Mr Richardson - the headmaster) was going mad about snowballs and told us again that anyone throwing snowballs would get a detention.
So...
Morning break came, and we threw a few about, and I got told off, but that was it. Then at dinner time I got hit in the side of the face with a flying snowball, and I kind of lost it and started pelting these year 8s back who were laughing! It had hurt!!!! Well just as I was about to throw my 8000th snowball, Mrs Williams (my maths teacher) came into view. I had it behind my shoulder, ready to throw and just kind of dropped it behind me. Only there were snowballs all over the wall and window behind where I'd been throwing. And my hands were freezing, soaking and red with the cold. Kind of couldn't deny it, could I? Is that being called being caught red-handed?
So there you go. My mum wasn't exactly best impressed at Josh, Brad and me all getting into trouble that day - the brat had been throwing snowballs INSIDE, the doylem! There had to have been about 100 of us in detention last night, and I had to write a 2 page essay over the dangers of snowballs 😤 But we've still got loads of snow, so I know what I'll be doing today.
A load of lads (my older brother included, which isn't like him) had pelted passing cars and teachers cars as they drove into school on Thursday morning. So we all got told in registration class that there was to be no snowballs. Then they pulled a whole school assembly together and the fat, bald one (Mr Richardson - the headmaster) was going mad about snowballs and told us again that anyone throwing snowballs would get a detention.
So...
Morning break came, and we threw a few about, and I got told off, but that was it. Then at dinner time I got hit in the side of the face with a flying snowball, and I kind of lost it and started pelting these year 8s back who were laughing! It had hurt!!!! Well just as I was about to throw my 8000th snowball, Mrs Williams (my maths teacher) came into view. I had it behind my shoulder, ready to throw and just kind of dropped it behind me. Only there were snowballs all over the wall and window behind where I'd been throwing. And my hands were freezing, soaking and red with the cold. Kind of couldn't deny it, could I? Is that being called being caught red-handed?
So there you go. My mum wasn't exactly best impressed at Josh, Brad and me all getting into trouble that day - the brat had been throwing snowballs INSIDE, the doylem! There had to have been about 100 of us in detention last night, and I had to write a 2 page essay over the dangers of snowballs 😤 But we've still got loads of snow, so I know what I'll be doing today.
