The events that take place in this story took place last Friday, I was going to blog the adventure earlier but I got sidetracked by Lampost 8.
The Plan
The plan was simple; it was, in fact, the same plan we’ve had almost every day for the last few weeks.
All we would do is go into Bingham and pick up some food, then stroll to my house and play a bit of SSBM (cuz we’re cool).
It shouldn’t have been a problem.
Leaving School
We started our walk down the school drive only to be stopped by Mr Whiteley (master of all assemblies) who asked to see our passes. I showed him mine and made a casual joke about how well I had forged it. He laughed along with me and everything was jolly. Callum produced a note from his mother giving him permission to go back to my house. Mr Whiteley glanced at this and said that it needed signing by our head of year. Just as we were leaving Mr Rahman pulled up in his sports car and told us that we were not allowed to loiter while in Bingham as he had had complaints from parents about pupils in Bingham and that my name had come up.
While we walked back to school I contemplated the events that must have proceeded Mr Rahman gaining this strange knowledge.
1. Parents of Toot Hill children happen to be in Bingham during our lunch hour.
This part sounds fairly plausible.
2. These parents are offended by our presence and cake-buying activities.
Hmmm… ok.
3. The parents are offended enough to attempt to discover my name.
Why wouldn’t they be offended? I do afterall buy a donut almost everyday.
4. The parents actually succeed in discovering my name.
This is downright silly. How could these parents find out my name merely seeing me in Bingham. I don’t even wear the school uniform- there is no visible link between me and the school.
5. The parents report me to Mr Rahman.
Whatever.
6. Mr Rahman completely ignores the fact that I’m not breaking any school rules and decides to stop me committing such atrocities.
No, surely he wouldn’t do something that silly.
Getting the Note Signed
Myself and Glyn stood talking to Pete and Grace in the carpark while Callum went to find Mr Taylor. He was busy so he returned to Mr Whiteley who told him to go to Mrs Marchant.
Glyn and I accompanied him to her office. She was in, which was a pleasant surprise, but she was on the phone. At least it looked like she was on the phone- she could have been holding a phone to her ear in an attempt to prevent visitors arriving. The three of us waited a while.
Eventually Glyn and I were kicked out of the corridor. We waited with Pete and Grace in the carpark. Mr Whiteley left his position on the school drive and Callum reemerged. He hadn’t managed to speak to Mrs Marchant but the badass did not care!
Down to Bingham went Pete, Glyn, Callum and I!
Ambush!
We bought our sandwichs and cakes and began walking towards my mother’s house. We saw Mr Rahman on the way, so to avoid any conflict we avoided him and maintained a constant speed so that we couldn’t be accused of loitering.
Unfortunately, our efforts were to no avail and Mr Rahman summoned us. He started by repeating what he had said previously about loitering. I pointed out that we were in fact walking towards my house. He must have noticed that he had been defeated because he then turned to Callum and asked him if he had a lunchtime pass. Callum muttered a lie of some kind and Mr Rahman sent him back to school and sent us home.
We went back and only had time for one game before having to set off back for school.
Caught Again!
As we climbed the school drive we heard the bell go. Mr Rahman was standing at the top of the hill. He pointed out that we were late (by five seconds). I was tempted to remind him that we had been delayed by about 15 minutes by the Mr Whitely and himself but I refrained.
I hate Toot Hill.
