I then continued my horrendous performance and wrote something not so pleasant in relation to a girl in my class. As I handed the pen over to my friend, I kept an eye outside to distinguish if anyone was bearing towards the art block. The place looked as if it had been a victim of a bomb blast! It looked in a state, rough and muddled.
We knew the teachers’ reactions wouldn’t be very delighting and would be displeased. Especially the art teachers, they’re impolite as it is! The students wouldn’t be contented seen as they had their names scribbled all over the place, and horrible things written about them. At the time, it was hilarious doing the actual graffiti, but when it was over and done, there was definitely no turning back. We were going to have to face angry teachers, immense punishments and bad verbal attitudes. We regretted it so much it’s too awful for words. After breaking the school regulations, we realised how foolish and idiotic we actually were! We tried to get out of the situation by rapidly vanishing from the art block so nobody would even think about doubting us. We went to assemble in the technology village. The three of us sat there flash backing on what had happened and talking about how dumb we were. The mess was in plain sight and so was our facial language. Our hearts were throbbing like never before, our faces had turned glowing burgundy and the shaking wouldn’t bring to an end. We had stopped speaking to each other for a few minutes because we felt so ashamed of ourselves since we always used to talk about how immature some students are. What can I say; it would have been better if we had stayed in the art block. We made it more evident; firstly, we walked into registration late and secondly those blameworthy looks on our faces were tremendously noticeable. Before we walked into the form room, we promptly told each other about not looking too guilty and try not to make it too obvious. As we walked into registration five minutes late, we observed everyone’s expressions on their faces, not a single one of them wasn’t shocked. We quickly seated. Not that things could get any better, the head of art was standing angrily in front of the class giving out a lecture. She was there because she knew that someone from our form class had vandalised the art block. She told us that we were the only form class that used the art block since our form class was there. She also mentioned that her year 10 form class who also has their form class in the art block wouldn’t do anything like that and besides, they were all busy doing their own things. We all had to listen to the head of Art giving a talk on the damage caused in the art block. Of course we knew who it was, unfortunately, so did the teacher. She knew because she always used to see us sitting in there and having our lunch and giggling around. Her round and bloodcurdling eyes were on the three of us all throughout the discussion. Fifteen minutes of listening to the school rules again, and the head of art telling us about how she felt after the damage. She was stunned for the reason that she never thought anyone of us would do such horrid things, disturbed because she had lost her art display and irritated because one chair had been drenched! What my friends and me had to say was that the display was two years old and had to come down anyway, and the chair could have dried. As for the graffiti, it could have easily been covered, but no, the school does like to be a bit extra and take minute matters to the highest degree.
When the bell rang for our final lesson, we rushed out of form so that the head of art wouldn’t be able to catch us and question us. Maybe she didn’t question us, but we got more than enough from our classmates, asking us why we did it, what made you do it and why write such awful things. Its puzzling because they didn’t even know if it was us or not, it was a guess, and a good one to. We were doing everything possible to get out of the condition we were in. The three of us didn’t get very far. The first two minutes of our maths lesson and we were called out by our head of house. She used to be friendly, talkative, and we thought she was nice, but after this situation, she didn’t even attempt to look at us let alone say hello. She asked if she could have a chat with me, Hannah and Latasha about something personal. We obviously knew what it was about and even more obvious by looking and her facial expressions and her body language. She stood there tight with her arms crossed, her frizzy hair getting in the way of her freaky eyes and her voice deep and brutal. She was as hard as nails and would do anything to get students who had created a little damage into a dilemma. As we got up of our chairs we started to go red again and the guilty look on us started to emerge. We were very petrified; generally because of our parents finding out and another because we knew Ms Tooley was going to get involved. The head of year was fuming and anybody could tell she was in a bad disposition. She started the conversation off by telling us how angry she was with us and that the three of us were caught by the CCTV cameras going in and out of the art block. She also mentioned that the caretaker saw us. COME ON! We looked at the camera before we went in the art block and after we come out, it was facing down on the floor. What nonsense! There was definitely no caretaker in the art block because both the classrooms were locked and I’m sure he wasn’t hiding behind the door for fifty minutes without moving around. She told us to come clean, and not to lie. She also said that she knew it was us and our parents will be told all about this by sending a letter home and a phone call. The head of house said that the damage that we created was going to cost them a lot to refurbish and that this matter will be taken forward in the hands of Ms Tooley our head teacher. Hannah and Latasha finally decided to tell the truth and said that they were very sorry for doing such thing. It was only me that was left to make an apology. Because I took another ten more minutes, the head of year screamed at me and told me how ridiculous I was. Well that was something she didn’t get wrong. After my two friends had admitted it, there was me still lying away! I carried on lying because I knew that I was going to be in serious trouble and that my parents were not going to be very pleased. It came out of my mouth in the end. The three of us were nearly into tears! When we went in class, we got a few dirty looks from the people we wrote about but we had no choice but to ignore them. The thoughts of what was going to happen were hammering around in my head. We were absolutely puzzled…then it clicked. A group of five classmates were seen by us talking to our form tutor, at first we weren’t quiet sure why but now we got the picture. They had grassed on three of their close friends. That’s what I mean…you can’t go round trusting everyone. They told the head of house, head of art and our form tutor that they knew it was us because we were the only ones in the art block and we were more probable to do such a thing. We didn’t really get to find out what they exactly said but we definitely knew they grassed on us. Although it was the end of the day, we were told to go and sit outside Ms Tooly’s office and wait there until someone was there to see us. I personally thought that it was exceedingly meaningless to take such an undersized matter this seriously. I’ve seen people graffiti and make a mess all over the school, but the teachers never seem to take any action except to tell the pupils not to do it again!
Five minutes later, we saw the three art teachers walking down the corridor looking very cross but saddened to. They impolitely told us Ms Tooley would see us in a few minutes. As the teachers were walking by, we could here the majority of them talking about plane crashes. We had never ever seen anyone talk about it for so long and take it so seriously. The teachers had their radios on listening to the news about the plane crashes, and looked awfully upset. That was one reason for why we had to hang around for so long, they were too concerned in the news and forgetting that we were there. We were not even allowed to talk to each other for some peculiar reason. When the head did finally come to see us, she heatedly told us to get in her office, the three of us were like dead bodies walking. We weren’t offered a seat and had to stand up for another ten minutes, whilst the head of house phoned home to inform our parents about what had happened. To my surprise, our parents didn’t really seem bothered, that was one huge load off our minds. It was strange knowing our parents weren’t that concerned but we later figured it out…it was because they were to fascinated in the news as well!
After she had finished phoning up, we were each given a letter to take home to our parents. We had the deputy head teacher, head teacher and all the art teachers and the heads of the houses in one office. It was basically overcrowded. All of them had a go at us and told us how brainless and irresponsible we were. We weren’t hurt by what they had said; we just thought they were ridiculous taking it so seriously. Because we knew our parents had been informed, we were not as scared as before. As we were about to leave we were told that we were going to be internally excluded. We were nothing but taken aback. Why go through all this trouble for nothing? We were roughly forty-five minutes late home and my mum had to pick me up. She didn’t ask me a single question, why I was late, what happened etc, she too had her radio on listening the news.
When I got home, before I showed my parents my the letter they had asked me to give, I had a look at it myself. I was really shocked; they had exaggerated the whole situation. In the letter the head teacher had written that my two friends and me had put teachers in to stress and that we had created permanent damage. There was no way I was going to show that letter to my parents because they would certainly get the wrong end of the stick. When we all sat down together in front of the television, I found out that there had been terrorist attacks in the U.S; hundreds of people had died in a huge plane crash which ended up hitting the twin towers in New York. Innocent people had had their lives taken and hundreds of happy families were broken. Gigantic buildings were broken into pieces and millions of dollars worth damage was created. The community were all working together trying to help those who still might have the chance to survive, however there weren’t many. There were people who jumped out from elevated buildings trying to save their own lives. There were guiltless people buried, burnt or suffocated alive which brought them all to a very sad end of their lives. A large majority of babies, teens, adults and the elderly were all victims. Those who were severely injured were extremely lucky to survive in that situation. People travelling on the plane knew that they were going to die since their plane was hijacked, therefore they all did there best by getting in contact with their loved ones by using their mobile phones or borrowing somebody else’s. Others just prayed wishing for the best. That was really upsetting. It was like two extremely bad pieces of news in one bad day.
At dinner time my mum and dad asked me about what had happened at school. I told them everything and told them about the exclusion. It was amazing because they to found it ridiculous since people do things which are worse and don’t get dealt with. I could hardly sleep that night thinking of what the exclusion was going to be like…
We had to arrive school extra early and go to the link centre. That was where I had to stay for the whole day. On that same day I found out that my friends were going to be excluded for one day and me for two! I found that really unfair. When I asked the people at the link centre about it, they said that it was because I spilt the drink. I felt very angry, as spilling the drink didn’t really make a variation. Hannah, Latasha and me were in the same room all through out the three days but we were not allowed to talk to each other since it was part of the school rules. We got work sent to us from our lessons, which had to be completed. At break time, if we wanted to go to the cafeteria, we had to make an order for someone to go and get it for us because they didn’t allow us around the school. Even when we went for a walk in the playground we had to be accompanied by a member of the link centre. I must admit that they were kind of nice to us since they did let the three of us talk during lunch and break, However, they asked me bizarre questions like why did I write murder! They asked if there was anything wrong with me or anything troubling me, to be honest, I found it hilarious. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be in exclusion, we found it kind of fun since we had the room to ourselves. Even though we were not allowed to talk we still spoke to each other. The people in the link centre were really friendly and I didn’t really mind staying in there for another day. The next day went similar to the first one; the only dissimilarity was that I was by my self.
There was me thinking its all-over and done…there was more to come.
We were forced to scrub off the graffiti from the ceiling. It was excruciating and exhausting. It took us four days and the most unpleasant thing is that we had to spend our lunchtime in there. We had to get on a chair and scrub it off which killed our backs. After doing that we no longer had energy for our next lesson. They also made us take the display down and put a new one up! They basically used us because since it was the beginning of the year they had to put up a new one. What I found very rude was that when we had completed scrubbing off the scribble, they covered it up with a big piece of material, which they could have done in the first place. Every lunchtime, the art block was always closed for about one and a half years. It had a sign up saying that it was closed due to graffiti. It was somewhat shameful every time we read it and most of the people knew it was us since news travels fast.
After experiencing that, I have become much more mature since the teachers attitudes have really deformed towards us. We have learnt not to do things like that since it will take you off beam. I have also learnt not to lie because if you lie you won’t be able to stop and you will just have to keep on going. When I look back at that situation, I really regret it and find it unbelievable. I’ve changed so much that nobody would think I’m the type to do such thing. Every time my friends and me go into the art block, we end up talking about it or blaming each other. I would never ever do such a thing again because it causes nothing but trouble and further more ruins your reputation.
