"Stay with us," she said laughing.
I was very confused about her good mood, and to my relief, realized that my physics teacher, who looked very pretty, was next to her. I gave my physics teacher a bewildered look. My physics teacher, came to the rescue by telling me that I had to go inside and find my seat. A girl from another class helped me, but i could easily locate it myself once i saw the familiar landmark of the two crazy guys in our grade. Once i found out who I was sitting next to, i whispered
"Oh, no!" as i sank into my seat, but grinned all the same. I was going to enjoy the night. The prize giving was an opportunity to meet old friends, as well as old foes. One of my classmates in grade five waved at me, but I only smiled politely to her, remembering her malice, all those years ago. I was checking the time on my watch, when a guy stepped on my foot as he past. Once I recognized him, I had a strange feeling that it was deliberate. I was glad that he left our school. Another guy who i knew, one of my friends, approached us with a handbag.
"My mothers'," he muttered as he saw the looks on our faces. Whoever arranged the seating was very strange. I had two guys sitting on either side of me, and the world's greatest nerd-flirt(my own vocabulary for someone who is a nerd and a flirt) sitting only a couple of seats away. I swapped seats with the person next to me so that he and his friend could have a talk. However, his friend was so nervous that he didn't talk for the whole prize giving. He wasn't the only one. The prize giving wasted one hour on welcome dances, and those boring old welcome speeches. One point that the lady who compeered attracted my attention : "Parents are not permitted to leave once the prize giving has started. Please be seated ladies and gentlemen,". Our prizes were distributed only one after that. I didn't stuff up like I normally do, which set me in a good mood. Dad gave me a hug, and we made our way back to where mum was sitting. We planned to get back home as soon as possible, so that we could be with my brother, who was not well. Unfortunately, what the lady had said was correct. The prefects guarded the door like a pack of dogs guarding their master's house. They said that it was not possible for us to go early without giving them the badge. Luckily, my smart dad had a plan.
"Badge?" he said in a confused voice, making his way through the prefects. He's an awesome actor. Dad's always encouraged us to go for drama, and now I understand why.
"The badge on the certificate," said a helpful parent, trying to explain.
Dad turned the certificate the other way around, saying "where's this badge?", buying his time. Mum was pushing me past the pillars of prefects. One grabbed my hand, trying to pull me back - this felt really awkward since it was a guy. Soon we were free. But the prefects tailed us. The badge was a way of finding our names, and the people who went home early.
"Uncle here," said one prefect, pointing to the badge.
"I'm not giving you the badge!" came the impatient reply.
"Why can't we leave?" It continued.
"Sir, uncle we can't let you go if you don't give us the badge," the prefect said.
"Uncle, the principal told us to..." said another.
"If the principal wants to say something, tell him to come and meet me," yelled Dad, losing his patience.
We pushed our way past them, back to our car. Mean while, an angry swarm of parents exited while the prefects came after us.
The prefects got some pretty rude words from the parents.
It's getting late, I'd better do what I do best - Sleeping.
Nighty-night!
- Snoozy
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