Author – Unlucky lad
Jason was already on the bus, I could see as I put my bus pass away that he was still sulking from yesterday. I told him to to take it on the chin, we had two nights detention to do and I should be the one sulking as I had no reason to be there. He smiled. Two stops down Martin and James got on the bus, Martin had known Jason since primary school, he was intelligent and never ever did anything wrong, he was a star pupil. James and I met along with Jason and Martin when we all started at the boys senior school at 11 years old. James was the opposite of Martin and had often got into bother, however this term he’d been especially good as his mother promised him a new pair of Nikes if he stayed out of trouble this term. He was genuine and deep down a decent guy but often resented Jason for his arrogance.
‘Hi guys’ said Martin ‘did you remember your sports stuff for five-a-side footie tonight’. ‘Haven’t brought it’ said Jason ‘change of plan, we can’t make it’ he said.
‘We!’ said James. ‘We know Andy can’t go as he’s in detention, why can’t you?’ Jason tried to make some excuse and James started laughing ‘you’re in detention too, Who said yesterday that they would never get detention and have his shoes confiscated and punished like a naughty boy in his socks’ James was loving it. Jason went quiet, they didn’t know about the pink socks, I wasn’t going to tell them.
At lunchtime we all skipped school dinners as Jason (making out it was a great idea) was sick of people sniggering around him, pink socks was the talk of the dining hall. We went to the local chippy and spent most of our money. Last lesson was art with our favourite teacher, Miss French, she was young and sexy and we where smitten. ‘I need four volunteers’ she asked, without knowing why we immediately put our hands up. ‘Great’ she said. ‘Go to see Mr Brown, the caretaker, he needs help in the gym for tomorrows exhibition. Me and Jason took our bags and coats as we had to go straight to detention afterwards. We met Mr Brown outside the gym. He told us to sweep the gym floor before carrying rolls of floor protection matting in and laying it. He also said not to block the gym entrance as he had had to padlock the gym fire exits as he was leaving early today. We took off our shoes outside the gym and got started, Jamie and Jason swept the floor first and left the brooms outside the gym, then we all started carrying the matting and rolling it out across the floor. After watching Jason padding around in his dark grey socks Jamie shouted to him ‘No pink socks today’ and started laughing, he couldn’t resist ribbing Jason again. Jason stormed off out of the gym and started putting his shoes on. I followed as it was close to detention time. The bell rang and Jason told me to head off to detention and he’d meet me there. I heard James shout to Jason ‘Enjoy detention’. They hadn’t realised that Jason had closed the gym doors. Next thing they heard banging on the reinforced glass windows which Jason was hitting with a pair of shoes on each hand, their shoes! They ran over to the closed doors and they would not open, Jason had crossed the two brooms through the door handles. Jason thought to himself that if he had detention they where too.
He turned up at detention slightly late, no consequences due to his volunteering in the gym. He took off his shoes and placed them in the stationary cupboard with his coat and bag then sat down with a big grin on his face.
Martin and James had been banging on the gym door, shoeless they couldn’t even kick it open. Trapped after half an hour Mr Brown appeared, ‘Your lucky I came back for the brooms to put away or you’d be here all night’ said Mr Brown. Jason had their shoes and he was in detention so they crept back to Miss French’s art room to get their bags, they could wear their trainers for tonights now cancelled footie. Another school rule was black shoes must be worn with school uniform at all times inside or outside school, the uniform represented the school. Wearing sports shoes with uniform was frowned upon and confiscation/detention was compulsory. They reached the art room but the door was locked, the room had been cleaned early by Mr Brown before leaving for the day. They could see their coats and bags hanging on hooks at the back of the room.
We will have to wait near the detention room for Jason and Andy. They crept along the corridor in their socks and saw Mr Lancaster leave the room, ‘great, our lucks in’ said James ‘we can ask Jason where our shoes are before the teacher comes back’ They ran into the room and asked Jason ‘wheres our shoes’ Jason grinned and shrugged his shoulders and stared at the locked cupboard door. They left the room but got stopped further along the corridor by the headmaster, ‘are you evading detention?’ he asked. ‘No Sir’ said Martin. ‘Then where are your shoes’ Answering truthfuly but quivering, Martin said ‘In the detention room cupboard I think’,’So you are in detention then, I’m shocked at you Martin and unsurprised with you James’ he marched them to the detention room and told them to sit down. ‘Where is Mr Lancaster’ said the headmaster. ‘Toilet’ shouted the boys. He looked at Martin who was now shaking and tearful and James and told them they would be receiving extra detention for unauthorised leaving of the room and lying about not being in detention. Martin was now horrified and James severely annoyed with Jason as he could now kiss goodbye to his new Nikes. Mr Lancaster returned and hadn’t even noticed an extra two heads in the room. The two hours where up and the cupboard door unlocked, everyone grabbed for their stuff and wandered into the corridor to put their shoes on. James said angrily to Jason ‘where are my shoes’ ‘I put them in your bag in art class, Martin’s too’. ‘Great’ said James ‘The doors locked, now we have no shoes’ Jason laughed.
Fortunately the bus stop was a short walk from the school gates. We stood under the shelter, ‘If you hadn’t locked us in the gym, took our shoes, we wouldn’t be stood here in our socks with no bags or coats contemplating detention for the rest of the week, it is all yor fault Jason’ shouted James. Jason had his usual smug look on his face, he had caused all of todays problems but he was stood there in his black brogue shoes, wearing his coat and carrying his bag. Then Martin shouted ‘Oh no! our bags, they have our bus passes in them. ‘How much money have we all got’ I said. ‘Not much after another Jason brainwave of going to the chippy for lunch’ said James. We scraped together enough money for one bus fare home. Me and Jason had our bus passes so it was between James and Martin who would ride the bus home. ‘If you give me your shoes Andy I’ll walk home as I live the nearest’ said Martin. It was very noble of him, I took off my shoes and gave them to Martin, they where loafers and one size too big for him and jokingly said to him not to lose them I also gave him my coat. James asked for the time, ‘6:35pm’ I said. He looked at Martin and could see he was still very upset by his ordeal in detention and had decided he wasn’t going to ride home on the bus but walk with Martin. He said to Jason ‘I want your shoes, your coat and all the money so we can get a drink on the way home. ‘My shoes won’t fit you they are too big for your feet’ said Jason. ‘Just give me your bloody shoes’ said James angrily. Jason reluctantly took off his coat, he gave all the money collected to James and sat on the floor to untie his shoelaces, whilst he was slipping his shoes off and handing them to James he said ‘you had better look after them and make sure you bring them with you tomorrow as they are my only school shoes’. James slid his cold socked feet into the warm black brogues, it felt good whilst Jason felt the cold pavement through his socks. James grabbed my hands and said quietly ‘stay on the bus’.
Martin and James walked off wearing our shoes and coats. Our feet where getting colder as the air chilled and dusk arrived. The bus was late and more people gathered at the bus stop, we tried hiding our socked feet with our bags to shield our embarrassment. Jason said ‘I’d rather be embarrassed getting on the bus without shoes than having to walk home’. The bus eventually arrived, everyone pushed forward to get on, Jason was on first and showed his bus pass. The driver said ‘You need to pay’, ‘Why?’ asked Jason. ‘Your school bus pass is valid up to 6:30pm only, so either pay or get off’ Jason had no choice but to get off pushing passed everyone else trying to get on including me. I paid the fare and walked along the bus to get a seat with everyone staring at my socks. I could see Jason searching for me as the bus pulled away leaving him behind. Now I know why James had said ‘stay on the bus’ when he grabbed my hands and passed the money to me. I could see Jason through the rear window hobbling and shivering without a coat as he walked along the pavement in his socks. Then it started to rain.