| Humor Fiction posted August 19, 2024 |
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You should've seen it!
The Spectacle on the Stairs
by Tomisin👀
After being told off by my drama teacher for hours, we both wanted nothing more than to get out of this prison of a school. Finally, Easter break. From my detailed observation of the drama room window, it was only to my delight that every possible mode of transport had whisked away from the school like lightning. I swear, this only happens to me.
To my great misery, I had time to spend with the custodians. I would joyfully count the number of pencils in the whole college rather than see Mrs. Horse again. I honestly would.
Like clockwork, I checked my wreck of a phone and sweetly asked Dad to pick me up. Fifteen minutes. I had all the time in the world.
I could not bear to sit on the same floor as Horseface, so I tied up my "disgraceful" blue hair and took a stroll down the lengthy, dull stairs.
A frail rat brushed past my shoe to hide in the moldy crack in the wall. I guess that is what happens when the custodians go on strike for a month. Rumor was that our Mrs. Leeson (our head teacher) almost got our school closed by the government if they didn't come back. However, we have to distribute toilet paper in class now.Three squares per student if you don't bring any from home.Nasty!
Humming to myself, I noticed a bright blonde girl sobbing quietly in the hallway, visibly upset by Mrs. Leeson's office. A brief glance confirmed that it was getting dark. A ping. Traffic. 10 minutes ETA. For this reason, I perched next to her like a decent human being, helping the younger students. I thought I was at that moment.
"Hey... Are you okay?" I touched her blazer lightly. I'm not the best at comfort.
No answer, only her detached sobs as her head was in between her knees.
"I mean, you might not know me, but..."
"HA!" Two stubby girls came out of Mrs. Leeson's office and screamed, ALMOST KNOCKING ME OVER.
The girl I sat next to was shamelessly laughing. I had gotten pranked for being a decent human being by 12-year-old wannabe Youtubers.
By now, all three girls were hysterical, overjoyed with their ignorant jokes, while embarrassment flooded my face. As I took my last shred of dignity to stand up and leave, the "crying" girl shouted,
"It was for our drama project.Thank you!"
"I hope you all get eaten by rats!"I yelled, which seemed to shut them up. Strange, but effective.
Mrs. Horse won in the end.
Descending mindlessly, I hung my bag as I silently decided never to help anyone in school again.
Another obstacle was in my way. But a welcome one, if I say so myself. A tall, messy-haired guy was wearing a basketball jersey. Basketball club was over for the season, and I still wasn't home. I kicked myself. It was Lincoln May, our star basketball player, who I've never felt the need to converse with. I'm sure every 12-year-old in our college had a crush on him. A light bulb dazzled in my head.
"Hi.."I started awkwardly.
"Have you seen my vape?"
"Wha—?"
"I said, 'Have you seen my vape??' " He demanded more urgently, not even looking at me.
Resisting the urge to tell him it was where his brains should be, I decided to do something more useful with my time.I'm sure this is why he sticks to basketball.
"Oh, my God. I saw one with these three girls by the stairs, laughing and using it. Was it yours?" I asked sweetly.
"Yes. It was. Where?" His eyes lit up.
"Just up the stairs. They looked like they were about to leave, so I think you should hurry." I urged him on, amazed by his gullibility.
"Yes." He shoved past me with force as he stumbled up the stairs.
Serves them all right.
My phone buzzed as I realised the 16 unseen messages.
Where are you?
I was typing at the speed of light until I was interrupted by hearing the sounds above me of a basketball player shouting at three confused girls, only to be interrupted by Mrs. Horse screaming at them all for noise.
As if that wasn't enough, I heard the squeaks of several mice and their screams in unison.
Check.Mate.
I almost fell over in laughter at the menace I am.
Hurriedly, I fled down the stairs behind the school and out of the rusty gates. Dad nearly ran me over while I cackled like I was insane, as I heard all 5 of them bellow words that Mrs Leeson would not like to hear behind me
As absurd as my last day here was, I always have a hearty laugh and accepted my role as an unnoticed icon in my school's drama, now widely known from the security cameras as the "Spectacle on the Stairs"!
Staircase writing prompt entry
After being told off by my drama teacher for hours, we both wanted nothing more than to get out of this prison of a school. Finally, Easter break. From my detailed observation of the drama room window, it was only to my delight that every possible mode of transport had whisked away from the school like lightning. I swear, this only happens to me.
To my great misery, I had time to spend with the custodians. I would joyfully count the number of pencils in the whole college rather than see Mrs. Horse again. I honestly would.
Like clockwork, I checked my wreck of a phone and sweetly asked Dad to pick me up. Fifteen minutes. I had all the time in the world.
I could not bear to sit on the same floor as Horseface, so I tied up my "disgraceful" blue hair and took a stroll down the lengthy, dull stairs.
A frail rat brushed past my shoe to hide in the moldy crack in the wall. I guess that is what happens when the custodians go on strike for a month. Rumor was that our Mrs. Leeson (our head teacher) almost got our school closed by the government if they didn't come back. However, we have to distribute toilet paper in class now.Three squares per student if you don't bring any from home.Nasty!
Humming to myself, I noticed a bright blonde girl sobbing quietly in the hallway, visibly upset by Mrs. Leeson's office. A brief glance confirmed that it was getting dark. A ping. Traffic. 10 minutes ETA. For this reason, I perched next to her like a decent human being, helping the younger students. I thought I was at that moment.
"Hey... Are you okay?" I touched her blazer lightly. I'm not the best at comfort.
No answer, only her detached sobs as her head was in between her knees.
"I mean, you might not know me, but..."
"HA!" Two stubby girls came out of Mrs. Leeson's office and screamed, ALMOST KNOCKING ME OVER.
The girl I sat next to was shamelessly laughing. I had gotten pranked for being a decent human being by 12-year-old wannabe Youtubers.
By now, all three girls were hysterical, overjoyed with their ignorant jokes, while embarrassment flooded my face. As I took my last shred of dignity to stand up and leave, the "crying" girl shouted,
"It was for our drama project.Thank you!"
"I hope you all get eaten by rats!"I yelled, which seemed to shut them up. Strange, but effective.
Mrs. Horse won in the end.
Descending mindlessly, I hung my bag as I silently decided never to help anyone in school again.
Another obstacle was in my way. But a welcome one, if I say so myself. A tall, messy-haired guy was wearing a basketball jersey. Basketball club was over for the season, and I still wasn't home. I kicked myself. It was Lincoln May, our star basketball player, who I've never felt the need to converse with. I'm sure every 12-year-old in our college had a crush on him. A light bulb dazzled in my head.
"Hi.."I started awkwardly.
"Have you seen my vape?"
"Wha—?"
"I said, 'Have you seen my vape??' " He demanded more urgently, not even looking at me.
Resisting the urge to tell him it was where his brains should be, I decided to do something more useful with my time.I'm sure this is why he sticks to basketball.
"Oh, my God. I saw one with these three girls by the stairs, laughing and using it. Was it yours?" I asked sweetly.
"Yes. It was. Where?" His eyes lit up.
"Just up the stairs. They looked like they were about to leave, so I think you should hurry." I urged him on, amazed by his gullibility.
"Yes." He shoved past me with force as he stumbled up the stairs.
Serves them all right.
My phone buzzed as I realised the 16 unseen messages.
Where are you?
I was typing at the speed of light until I was interrupted by hearing the sounds above me of a basketball player shouting at three confused girls, only to be interrupted by Mrs. Horse screaming at them all for noise.
As if that wasn't enough, I heard the squeaks of several mice and their screams in unison.
Check.Mate.
I almost fell over in laughter at the menace I am.
Hurriedly, I fled down the stairs behind the school and out of the rusty gates. Dad nearly ran me over while I cackled like I was insane, as I heard all 5 of them bellow words that Mrs Leeson would not like to hear behind me
As absurd as my last day here was, I always have a hearty laugh and accepted my role as an unnoticed icon in my school's drama, now widely known from the security cameras as the "Spectacle on the Stairs"!
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Writing Prompt Write a description or scene, in prose or poem about a staircase. *Use the ordinariness of the subject to really push the genre. Maybe it's a fantasy staircase that transports one between worlds, or a gothic staircase descending into the depths of a castle, or a gritty urban fire escape, etc. Variations like stairs, steps, or ladders are fine. *A story isn't necessary. Focus on description of the stairs and its setting, or a scene playing out on them. *100-500 words recommended for prose. No restrictions for poetry. |
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