Shoes stolen at school

Author – Martin

I have had my shoes taken or stolen plenty of times. Most of these were when I was in high school. Our school uniform consisted of a white button up shirt and navy shorts, with an optional tie. We were required to wear white socks and black shoes. A lot of the boys wore black skate shoes.

It was my third day at school the first time my shoes were taken. It was a lunch break and I was on my own, walking through the outdoor area. I am always quite neatly presented, and had my nice clean shirt tucked in to my shorts as per school rules. I was wearing a pair of black Globe shoes with my white crew length socks.

I was considering where to have lunch when I felt a hard pull on my backpack. I was yanked backwards into a taller guy. He was in a group of four older boys at the school. They had a more scruffy appearance – their shirts were definitely not tucked in.

“Hey, new kid. Look at you, all nice and tidy”, one of them taunted.
“He’s got his shirt tucked in and everything”, said another.
“It would be a shame if he got all dirty!” exclaimed another. The group all laughed.

Suddenly, I was pulled backwards much harder by my backpack. I felt a hard push from behind, and I fell to the dirt. I was held down on the ground and I felt each of my shoes being pulled off my feet. The boys were laughing. I heard one of them say “let’s throw him in the bin!”.

I felt myself being lifted up to my feet. I was pushed forwards towards a tall green wheelie bin. I was stumbling across the ground as I was being pushed closer. I felt myself being lifted up and was dropped head first into the bin. I heard the lid slam down after me, and the boys laughing. I stayed quiet amongst the rubbish, and I heard the boys laughter fade away into the distance.

After a few minutes, I knew that I needed to get out of the bin. I pushed against one of the sides. I felt the bin tip, and it hit the ground on it’s side. I slowly slid out of the bin and stood up. I must have looked quite a sight – my shirt was all dirty and pulled out, and my shorts were stained. The bottoms of my white socks were dirty from the ground.

I looked around for my shoes, but I could not see them. I started walking across the dirt and grass in my socks looking for any sign of them. After walking around for about 10 minutes, I found my shoes inside another bin. I was relieved, as I knew that my white socks were getting dirtier and dirtier. I quickly slipped my shoes on to my socked feet and raced away to class, hoping that I would not run into those guys again.

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