Author – Unlucky lad
Jason stared at my shoes as I walked along the bus, ‘You still wearing them scruffy shoes’ he shouted. ‘I’m hoping Martin has my shoes in his bag or I’m gonna end up in detention again’. Martin and James got on the bus, James was quiet, ‘Taking Mr Aidens trainers is theft’ said Jason ‘He gave them to me’ said James. ‘Blackmailed him more like’ replied Jason’. ‘He could have kicked you out of school or even arrested or both’. James stayed quiet as he knew he had done wrong. I asked Martin for my shoes. ‘Oh no, I totally forgot about them, I am so sorry’ he said apologising. I demanded we swap shoes, he could risk wearing my scruffy shoes as he already had detention and I didn’t. His shoes where extremely tight on my feet as they were a size smaller.
Outside at lunchtime, James was talking to Mark about yesterday he said not to worry and be more confident. Then Mr Wilkinson appeared and Mark kicked James deliberately. Mr Wilkinson walked over, ‘you know the rules about kicking Mark’ he said telling him to follow him indoors to confiscate his shoes. ‘No’ said Mark. ‘We are not going to obey you’ and grinned at the PE teacher. ‘Oh your Adidas trainers do fit sir’ he said as Mr Wilkinson stormed off. ‘Told you not to worry’ he told James. James cheered up and asked Mark if he could meet up with him tomorrow, being Saturday, Mark said ‘why not, don’t dress like a kid and we’ll sneek you into the pub with us’. James said OK and walked off. Mark was waiting for his sixth form pals, they where going to the pub to celebrate the last of their groups 18th birthday and skip their Friday afternoon lessons. They arrived, ‘have you all got your I.D’s’ said Mark as we’ll need them being in our school uniforms’. Mark saw Mr Wilkinson looking over, ‘do you want to see my prowess over the teachers’ Mark said to the lads. He told them to kick each other. They did and watched Mr Wilkinson who looked and walked away. ‘Wow’ said Jack, the birthday boy, ‘I can’t believe Mr Wilkinson did nothing’ They turned to walk out the school gate and where immediately stopped by Mr Lancaster who’d witnessed their childish behaviour. ‘What on earth are you boys playing at, you are 18 years old and supposed to set an example to the younger boys’ he said. ‘You can all follow me’, the six pals looked at each other then everyone glared at Mark as they followed Mr Lancaster into the school entrance hall. The hallway was quite large with wood block flooring. It was a busy area with both staff and pupils using it. Mr Lancaster ordered the boys, except Jack, to sit on the wood floor and remove their shoes which they did revealing their grey socked feet. ‘As an example to all the younger pupils you are going to sit here in the entrance hall for the remainder of the lunchtime period. They sat on the cold wood floor and crossed their legs like naughty schoolboys. The teacher told Jack to pick up all the shoes now laid on the floor next to their relevant owners. He struggled carrying five pairs of shoes as he followed Mr Lancaster to the headmasters office. Jack was told to wait in the corridor holding all the shoes whilst Mr Lancaster entered the office. Already in the office was Martin who had been spotted in the dining hall by the headmaster wearing my scruffy unpolished shoes. ‘What has happened to you this week Martin’ said the headmaster, ‘You’ve been in detention and now you are letting your standards down by wearing totally unacceptable footwear’. His eyes started welling with tears as he told the headmaster they were not his shoes and with his honesty gave a truthful explanation. The scruffy shoes where confiscated. Outside in the corridor Jack still managing to hold all the shoes watched Martin leave the office in his socks and walk down the corridor towards the detention room. He was dragged into the office by Mr Lancaster dropping half the shoes onto the floor. ‘Pick them up boy’ said the headmaster. He was told to place them all on a shelf next to my scruffy pair that Martin had just removed from his feet. It looked like a shoe shop rack, not that anyone would want to buy second hand shoes that had spent their lives on the feet of teenage boys. Inform your friends they can retrieve their shoes after detention today. Jack was about to leave but was told to remove his shoes and place them with the other pairs’. He briefly thought he wasn’t getting his shoes confiscated, he took them off and placed them on the shelf. He left the headmasters office and walked along the corridor back to the entrance hall. He sat on the cold floor and crossed his legs and told the others about the detention. ‘We should of been in the pub celebrating my birthday and not sat on the floor shoeless watching every man and his dog walk past. They all sat there staring angrily at Mark. To the younger pupils entering the building they did not see naughty schoolboys sat shoeless but young men in their socks being punished. It gave them a buzz of excitement as they laughed at these young mens discomfort and embarrassment.
We where in our first lesson after lunch. I hadn’t noticed Martin in his socks, he had discreetly hid his feet from the rest of the class. There was a knock at the door, the headmaster entered. He talked quietly to our teacher then shouted ‘Jason, Andy, my office now’. At his office he asked me why I was wearing Martins shoes, I told him Martin had mine. He asked Jason to explain the locking the sports hall door and running off with shoes. Jason just shrugged his shoulders. I was told to remove Martins shoes, I took them off, it was a relief as they where hurting my feet since they where a size smaller than mine. I placed them on the shelf where I could see my unpolished scruffy pair. There was a lot of shoes on the shelf, there must be a lot of boys walking around in their socks I thought. ‘You both have detention’ said the headmaster. Great that’s everyday this week I’ve been in detention I thought to myself. Jason didn’t have his shoes confiscated because they where his and they conformed to the school dress code. We walked back to the classroom Jason laughing at my endlessness of shoelessness, entering class I then noticed Martin in his socks.
Detention time arrived, the door was locked and everyone waited outside, it seemed there was more of us in our socks than wearing shoes. Eventually Mr Lancaster arrived unapologetic he explaining his lateness and that Mr Aiden should of been doing the detention but suddenly couldn’t. Those of us without shoes placed our bags and coats in the stationary cupboard first and noticed our shoes where not there. The remaining boys including Jason and James removed their shoes and placed them in the cupboard with their coats and bags. We tried to ask Mr Lancaster where our shoes where but where silenced at every attempt. Detention is about silence, no talking, no homework to be done, the boredom it created is to force you to think and reflect on why you’re there. Being Friday and Mr Lancaster’s unscheduled detention duty worked in our favour, after only half an hour we where told we could leave. Everyone grabbed their belongings, those who had shoes put them on and disappeared, James said to Mark ‘see you tomorrow’ and left with Jason. We asked Mr Lancaster about our missing shoes, he shrugged his shoulders and said we should visit the headmasters office. We all padded in our socks along the corridor. Mr Lancaster locked the detention room door and walked in the opposite direction. We arrived outside the headmasters office and knocked, there was no reply, the door was locked. ‘Just bloody fantastic’ shouted Jack angrily, my 18th birthday and i’m stuck without shoes at school. Mark said ‘we got out of detention early and we’ll be gone soon, so it’s not all that bad’. ‘It’s all bad’ shouted Jack, ‘Your silly idea about kicking each other got our shoes confiscated and being here right now, are you delibrately trying to spoil my birthday’. We all sat on the floor and waited. I got a kick out of watching the older boys sitting there in their socked feet. Boredom was setting in, Mark started kicking Jacks foot, before long everyone was foot fighting in their socks. An hour later Mr Brown, the caretaker, appeared, ‘You shouldn’t be in here’ he said.’We’re waiting for the headmaster’ said Martin. ‘He went home ages ago’ replied Mr Brown. ‘We need our shoes from his office’, ‘I can’t allow any unauthorised removal of property’ he said. ‘But they are our shoes’ said Jack.’You’ll have to go home in your socks or you boys can help yourselves by helping me’. ‘It’s ideal that you all have no shoes’ he said.
We followed Mr Brown to the sports hall, where we helped him to roll up and remove the floor protection matting after yesterdays exhibition, we swept the floor and Mr Brown locked up. ‘Can we have our shoes now’ asked Jack. ‘Sorry boys’ said Mr Brown ‘I don’t have a key to the headmasters office’. ‘You conned us’ said Mark. ‘No I said you can help yourselves by helping me, I can now drop you off where you need to be in my van, albeit shoeless’ said Mr Brown, ‘We,ve been trying to get to the pub since lunchtime, but the only thing thats happened since lunchtime is being without shoes’ said Brian, one of the other 18 year old sixth formers.
They all clambered into the back of Mr Browns van. ‘Home or the pub boys?’ Mr Brown asked. ‘For the hell of it, lets go to the pub, it will be a laugh in our socks’ laughed Mark. They all got out at the Red Lion and disappeared through the pub door in their socked feet. Mr Brown stopped near Martins house and we got out. ‘Thanks for the lift Mr Brown’ I said and he drove off. We sneaked into Martins house and went to his bedroom, he got my shoes from under his bed I put them on, he put his spare shoes on and we went downstairs, I said that we’d collect our other shoes from the headmaster on Monday and try and forget this week had ever happened. I left and walked home in my own shoes.