School detention and my mom

Author – Neil

In our school – it seems like we are the only one, detentions are done without shoes. It doesn’t really matter too much, as a general rule detentions are done in the library, which is carpeted and has a good amount of chairs and beanbags etc.. Detention depends a bit on the teacher, it can be not bad, when the teacher lets read and turns a blind eye to talking, or it can be more strict, but it is far from the end of the world.
Problem is my mom. She’s a real toughy, and when i have detention she won’t let me wear my shoes at home either … so basically i am stuck for the evening …. no going out, playing ball etc …

On Wednesdays Mr. Parker takes detention. he is a really strict teacher, – in fact he is a bit of a beast – and he also teaches our class the last period.

One Wednesday recently my friends asked me if i want to join them in detention. A classmate called Jeremiah was in detention and Mr. Parker really had it in for him. The boys told me that last time Mr. parker had threatened to force him to wear a diaper ….

I was a bit embarrassed to tell my friends about my mom, so i went along with it, and we all stayed out after break for a quarter of an hour.
We entered the room together, and mr. parker was furious. “Go to your seats and put your feet on your desks now,” he yelled at us. [normally we don’t take our shoes till later]
He came over to my seat first, opened the velcro strap of each shoe and pulled off my shoe. I started swinging my feet down the side of the desk, so he walked back to my place and picked up my grey socked feet, banging them down on the wooden desk top. He put my shoes on his desk, and then proceeded to the other three boys and took off their shoes.
He went back to look at the register and saw that Jeremiah and a couple of other boys were also in detention. Jeremiah was first, with mr. parker opening his laces and pulling off his shoes. Then he picked up the poor kids socked foor and started yelling again, “I don’t believe it” and calling him all sorts of names. Poor kid. – He was wearing two pairs of socks. the teacher made him take them off, and then told him to keep his feet raised and not put them down directly on the desk. He confiscated another boys socks too – they were not solid black, grey blue or white – the school regualtions.
I couldn’t help not look around and giggle. David feet were really white, while Jeremiah’s where very very with pinky-red soles. a couple of boys laughed more openly only earning a shoe removal and detention. After he found another boy’s colorful socks he told everyone else to take off their shoes and stand at the back of the room in their socks – earning yet another two detentions.
Eventually one the barefoot boys asked if he can put his feet down. The teacher told him to take his chair to the back of the room, and then sit at his place as if he had a chair. Poor kid – i think that it was an even more painful position. Then he just told them to all stand at the back of the room.

when it came to detention, to my amazement i saw my step bro Ryan – his father is married to my mom, He is a really good kid, so i don’t know how he got there, But poor kid when he took off his shoes the toes and heel of his socks were green. I think anyone else would have ignored it, but Mr. parker told him to remove them and told him that he would have to go home without them.
Mr. Parker then announced that detention will be in gym, off we went to stand on the freezing cold floor with nothing to do.
Soon Mr. Parker told Jeremiah to bring him his schoolbag. Mr. Parker started rummaging inside, first he found a peanut butter sandwich, he started making fun of the poor kid, telling him that if he would eat his food he would behave better etc… then he found what he was looking for – jeremiah’s sneakers, which he promptly confiscated. I noticed poor Ryan’s face going white.

When detetnion was over we realised that the door from the gym to school was already locked. Great. Now we would have to go all the was round in our socks. Eventually we re entered the building and fetched our things from the library. Mr. parker told all the barefoot boys to leave thair footwear.

Ryen asked me about wearing his sneakers. i told him to walk down the block before he put them on.

Whenwe came homewe found my mum waiting in the car for us, she wanted us to go shopping with her. We got in the car, and dad was about to drive when mom stopped him, “one second” she said “i need your shoes, neil”
OMG, i couldn’t believe she would make me go shopping in socks.
With no choice i stretched out my feet to the front of the car, and she took off my shoes. Ryan followed suit – [told you that he’s a goody goody.]

Our first stop was the optician. I’m sure she noticed my grey socks but she didn;t say anything, Then we went to try on trousers. Here the sales lady started measuring us and poking around my feet, and she commented on our socks. Later we met a couple ofkids form school, and they snickered at us. all in all it was an embarassing and humiliating experience – And poor ryan still has another day ahead of him.

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Ted and the prefects

Author – Ted

My name is Ted, 16 years old, 6ft with blond hair. My looks make me more suited to the beach than school. I liked being casual, shorts, t-shirt, vans with white socks but at school I dressed correctly and smartly, trousers, blazer, white shirt with school tie and black brogues which where always polished.
My family circumstances changed and I had to move from a private school to the local school. It was a culture shock but I still kept my standards which reflected in my work and behaviour. It didn’t take long to get the respect of the teachers as my grades where good.
One lunchtime I spotted a boy getting picked on by an older pupil. I intervened as I don’t like bullying. The younger pupil ran away but caused me to have an altercation with the bully. We ended up fighting on the grass only to be stopped by a Prefect. His name was Steve, older than me but smartly dressed unlike most of the pupils here. I told him I had been defending a boy from this bully but as he had ran off I had no proof to defend my actions.
Both me and the bully called Henry where photographed by the Prefect who then ordered us to follow him inside the building. We entered an old gym hall. Inside was another Prefect named Ben, he was sitting on a desk with an empty box beside him. “Two newbies” he said. I asked why I was here. “You’re here to be punished for fighting” said the prefect called Steve. I again tried to explain but was told that there was no excuse for fighting. “All pupils brought here lose their lunchtime liberty” said Ben. Any disobedience means automatic detention.
“Take off your shoes” said Steve. “Why” said Henry. He didn’t like the explanation and said “You want to control us by taking our shoes, no fucking way”. He stormed out of the gym leaving me alone with the two Prefects. “He’ll regret what he’s done” said Ben who stared down at my feet. He again demanded my shoes, I wanted to follow Henry out the door, I was innocent but couldn’t prove it. I decided to just accept my punishment, losing my shoes and my freedom for an hour wasn’t too much of an hardship, was it? “Shoes, take them off” demanded Steve. The floor looked dirty so I stood on one leg like a Flamingo, unlaced my shiny black Brogue and removed it and handed it to Ben. I put my dark blue socked foot on the cold dirty floor and raised my other foot repeating my actions and handed over my right shoe. Holding both my shoes, Ben admired them and complimented my choice of footwear as they where the same as his and the other prefects shoes, smart polished black Brogues. The only difference was they still had theirs on their feet. Ben placed my shoes in the box on the desk and told me to sit down. I looked around the empty hall, there where no chairs. “Sit on the floor” said Ben. I told him I had not sat on a floor since I was a small kid and most certainly not sitting on this cold floor getting my trousers dirty. “They’ll match your muddy blazer” said Ben. My left arm was covered in mud and I had grass stains on my white shirt also, my pristine uniform was no more but I still refused the indignity of sitting on the dirty floor. “Obey the rules and sit” said Ben “Or you don’t get your shoes back”. Henry had been right, my shoes where now being held to ransom and I had allowed it to happen. I should of left with him, they have my shoes and there was nothing I could. I sat on the cold floor like a shoeless beggar. Steve left the room, I tried talking to Ben again pathetically begging him to give me back my shoes and letting me leave but he just kept telling me to shut up. Steve returned with two more boys, I watched as their shoes got confiscated, their black socks turning grey from the dusty floor. I felt even more humiliated, no difference between me ‘innocent’ and them ‘guilty’ we where all shoeless, which made us the same, like prisoners in a jail cell. After watching several more pupils arrive and have their shoes taken. I realised all the confiscated shoes had been placed in the box on top of my clean polished shoes. The bell rung and I watched everyone retrieve their shoes and leave, Ben refused to give me my shoes. Apparently I had been disobedient by not remaining silent and refusing to sit on the floor. “You can collect your shoes in detention” he said rather smugly. I felt colour drain from my face “I’ve never had detention before” I said. Then I realised not only was I getting detention but I was going to spend the afternoon shoeless “I can’t go to lessons without my shoes” I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. “I’ve done nothing wrong” I pleaded. He just smiled and took away my shoes.
I walked along the corridor, students staring at my socked feet. In my few weeks at the school I had seen students walking shoeless in socks and thought ‘losers’ now here I was ‘the loser’ walking to class with shoeless feet. I arrived at my first lesson of the afternoon, I could see the look of disappointment on the teachers face. I quickly sat down wishing a hole would appear and swallow me. At 4pm I walked to the detention room my dark blue socks looked worn and dirty. I reached the door it was locked, I had to wait in the busy corridor shoeless, might aswell of had a sign above my head saying ‘bad boy’ as it was obvious why I was stood there in my socked feet. Other boys appeared and waited, all shoeless. The creator of my humiliation, Henry, was walking along the corridor. It pleased me to see he had no shoes on his feet. He stood next to me, he told me he wasn’t a bully and he was trying to stop the boy from bullying his younger brother. I had come along and intervened and he’d got angry. I was actually the instigator and not him I had been guilty all along. He felt as aggrieved as me in the Sin Bin and that’s why he left, unfortunately he was identified by his photo in an email. His teacher immediately confiscated his shoes in front of the whole class. I felt bad for the guy. I looked at my reflection in the window, muddy blazer, grassed stained shirt, dirty trousers and socks and my blond hair had been messed up since the lunchtime fight. From a smart well groomed pupil in the morning to scuffy shoeless tramp in the afternoon, my humility was complete. Henry and me became good friends getting up to mischief and spent many lunchtimes sitting on the sin bin floor shoeless.

Work Detention pt.3

Author – unlucky lad

Danny pleaded with the guard who pointed to the cell door “Parker -Remand, means you don’t go home”. Eddie and Tom, the two detained Guards where released from their cells, they picked up their footwear and walked past Danny in their socked feet. “Tell them it’s a mistake” said Danny gesturing with his cuffed hands. They shrugged their shoulders and smiled as they walked by. They where told to surrender to the Court Bailiff at 8am, don’t be late said their supervisor and you won’t be getting paid for the time you’re in detention. They glared back at Danny, no chance of them helping him now. They put their boots on, collected their property and left.
“I need to phone my boss and my girlfriend” said Danny “Nobody knows what’s happening to me” he cried. He was more concerned about his girlfriend as she struggled to believe he was accidentally locked up the other night, now spending the night in prison was more unbelievable.
A prison guard was carrying clear bags sealed with cable ties they had prisoners names on them, inside the bags where pairs of shoes, trainers and Danny’s size 10 Timberland work boots. He wasn’t the only one going to prison today. He was escorted to the prison van which had small cells, each the size of a broom cupboard with a seat. He climbed the steps in his socked feet and he was locked in a tiny cell for the journey to the prison. He just sat with his head in his hands staring at his socked feet for the whole journey.
Upon arrival at the prison all the new arrivals where shepherded into a reception room awaiting processing. The prisoners where of different ages and dress, men in suits, teenagers in tee shirts and sweat pants, only Danny was in work clothes. The only things in common they where all in socked feet and handcuffed. Danny was taken for processing, he was stripped of his clothes, searched, made to shower and given sweat shirt, pants and white socks, as he was only in one night he was refused shoes, it’s a waste of shoes for one night as they would be binned tomorrow” said the prison officer. He was escorted through the prison walking in his prison issue white socks, all the inmates staring at the newbie. Danny didn’t need shoes as he was too scared to leave his cell so went without food that night.
Next morning he was given his own clothes and boots back and taken back to the Courthouse in the prison van. Down in the cell area he was handed to the court bailliff and security guards. Eddie and Tom, the two guards also being punished had already surrendered themselves and where being processed into custody. Neither were wearing uniforms but casual clothes. Tom the 25 year old was in tee shirt and jeans, white Nike trainer’s with no show thin white socks which came off as he removed his trainers. He walked into his cell barefoot carrying his socks. “Shouldn’t of worn expensive trainers” shouted Danny “Anyone can steal them whilst your on the other side of that cell door” Tom turned and looked down at his trainers on the floor as the cell door slammed slammed shut. He sat in his cell putting his socks back on thinking his shoes where just inches away but nothing he could do if someone actually took them. Danny had given him something to worry about whilst he endured his confinement. Eddie had handed over his property and was escorted along the corridor to his cell, normally he locks people in the cells but today he was the prisoner and he knew what to expect in custody so dressed appropriately for his detention, he was wearing a thick sweater, grey jogger pants and green Adidas trainers. As he kicked off his trainers by his cell he had thick black socks on his feet. He knew the cell was going to be cold. Danny was still without his property so just needed to take off his boots and leave them by the door, he entered his cell and laid on the bench, eight hours to go.
He thought about his predicament, never broken the law, never arrested before, never convicted but managed to spend one night and nearly two days in a cell and spent another night in prison too. Never ever spent so much time in his work clothes without his boots.
At around 3pm Danny banged on his cell door, the guard opened it and he asked to use the toilet. He noticed more shoes outside the cells, more convicted prisoners awaiting transport he thought. The guard was missing when he left the toilet, so he waited outside his cell stretching his legs, then he bent down and quickly picked up the white Nikes and green Adidas trainers and swapped them with an old pair of scruffy black Reeboks and a dirty old pair of red Puma classics from further down the corridor. The guard came back and said “Forgot about you”
“Since my overnight stay the security hasn’t improved in this place” said Danny who was immediately locked Danny back in his cell. At 4pm the three detainees where advised that Judge McIntyre court case was overrunning and they would have to remain locked up indefinitely. Eddie complained he been in his cell for eight hours already but was told his punishment was for a day which has 24 hours in it. As they sat in their cells they could just about hear the noise of the prisoners being escorted off the premises to prison. Eventually at half five the cell doors where opened, Danny grabbed his boots and looked to see Eddie and Tom staring at the trainers outside their doors. “What the f***” said Tom “Wheres my trainers”
“Told you they could be nicked” said Danny with a big smile on his face. “They’re probably on their way to prison with new owners”
Eddie said “You have something to do with this?”
“I’ve been locked up too” said Danny with an even bigger smile, Eddie angrily threw the dirty Puma’s at Danny just as Judge McIntyre entered the corridor. The two shoeless security guards where still swearing at Danny as the Judge walked up behind them. “Have you two not learned anything from your day in the cells” asked the Judge “Put them back in the cells to cool down”. Danny was released by the judge. He watched the two guards being locked up as he put on his boots. Danny asked for his tools that had been left upstairs at the entrance, he was told to wait by the cell custody desk as the building would be locked and another guard would return with his stuff as his shift had finished. Whilst waiting Danny wiped Tom and Eddie names of the cell doors and picked up the controversial trainers off the floor and placed them in a cupboard behind the desk. He found a light switch and turned off the lights to the cell corridor and waited. Another security guard arrived with Danny’s tools and noticed the lights where out but could still see along the corridor and the floor was clear of shoes. “I’m sure my colleague said there was still prisoners in the cells”
“I’m the last prisoner” said Danny, everyone else has gone. The guard locked the entry doors to the cell block and escorted Danny out of the building. Eddie and Tom hadn’t realised yet but their day in the cells was definitely going to be for 24 hours. Tom was going to regret wearing a tee shirt and thin white socks.
Danny drove home hoping he still had a job and a girlfriend. Although the prison was frightening, he was buzzing from his ordeal, having been detained, boots confiscated, in his socks in a cell. Watching others forced to take off their shoes, knowing they where in the same predicament in adjacent cells. Perhaps he could try it again sometime.

Walk of shame

Author – Jman

This year the new PE teacher implemented a new policy regarding those who came to class without their PE kit and shoes.  They would have to spend the class period walking around the gym with their shoes off.

The headmaster felt that this would also be a good way to spend a detention so detentions were held in the gym and for one hour after school “bad kids” would be in the gym padding around in their socks.  This became known as the “walk of shame.”

Needless to say, a friend and I got detentions for talking in class.  I was embarrassed about getting a detention since this was my first one.  My friend had gotten several detentions before.  He said that it was not the worst thing that could happen.  He did suggest that I wear two pairs of socks to the detention for extra cushioning when walking.  So I did.

The time came for the detention.  We waited outside the gym changing room.  When the door was unlocked we went inside.  we sat down and began to unlace our shoes.  We took off our shoes and left them under the bench and we proceeded into the gym in our stocking feet and sat down.

The detention supervisor then told us to begin walking.  We walked around the gym with our shoes off.  It was not that bad on the feet.

When the detention was over, we proceeded to go to the changing rooms to get our shoes.  However, we were not able to get them back.  There was a ball game that night and the visiting team had placed their equipment in the locker room.  It was explained to us that once the visiting team was there, no one was allowed in.  We replied that we just wanted to get our shoes.  That did not matter.  We were told that we would have to wait until after the game and everyone had left before we could go in there to get our shoes.

We attended the game in our socks and received lots of comments and questions about not having shoes on.  After enough of this we decided to go into the changing room during the game when no one was looking to get our shoes.  

We left the changing room, we were caught coming out and were asked why we were in there.  We explained that we needed to get our shoes.  We were told that no one could go in the changing room while the opposing team was there because if something of theirs was stolen, we could get blamed for it.

The next day we were called into the head master’s office for breaking the rules.  He told us to take off our shoes and he put them on the shelf.  We would get them back after serving another detention.

Accedental detention – day 5

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.

Accidental detention – day 4

Author – Unlucky lad

Jason saw me get on the bus and just glared, ‘suppose you all found it funny last night planning to leave me to walk home alone shoeless’ he said,’I planned nothing Jason, again your actions created yesterdays outcome so blame yourself’ I said angrily. I looked down at his feet, ‘Why are you wearing red trainers?’ I asked. ‘I have no school shoes until James gives back my brogues, anyway you look like a tramp wearing those scruffy black shoes’ said Jason. ‘These are my old school shoes’ I said, ‘You could of put some shoe polish on them’ he laughed. Martin and James got on the bus and walked down the aisle, ‘You owe us for this mornings bus fare Jason’ said James. ‘Whatever’ replied Jason. ‘Why are you still wearing my shoes James?’said Jason.’I have no other black shoes for school, until I get my own back I’m keeping your shoes on my feet’. I asked Martin where my shoes where, ‘hidden under my bed, I have no bag to carry them in. He was still scared his parents would find out about the detention. Also on the bus was Mr Wilkinson and Mr Aiden, two of the school PE teachers, it was unusual for them to ride the bus to school.They casually observed us or more so our footwear.

At school we immediately went to the art classroom, it was unlocked and empty. Their bags and coats where not hanging up where they last saw them. ‘Shit’ said Jason ‘I need my shoes back James’. Miss French appeared, she told us she had just taken them to the headmasters office for safe keeping. Jason managed to hide his trainers to avoid confiscation but on the way to our first lesson we heard Mr Wilkinson in the corridor. ‘Stop’ he shouted, we all stopped and turned to face Mr Wilkinson, ‘what are those on your feet’ he asked. ‘Shoes’ we all said. ‘Trainers are not allowed Jason, you know the rules, so take them off’ Jason reluctantly took off his trainers and handed them over. I grinned knowing that Jason was now going to be stuck in his socks, indoors all day and having to go to the detention room at breaks and lunchtime. ‘Don’t know why you’re grinning Andy, those shoes you’re wearing are an absolute disgrace, you too can take them off also’ Mr Wilkinson was a bit of a bully, he was in his thirties but acted like a big kid just to assert his authority, especially to us older boys. James had a bigger grin after seeing me and Jason in our socks again. Mr Wilkinson said to James ‘Aren’t those Jason’s shoes’ he’d listened to the bus conversation earlier ‘I shall have them too as we don’t want Jason to take them back now do we’ Martin just stared. ‘Take them off’ shouted Mr Wilkinson. Frustratingly he had no choice but to remove Jasons shoes and hand them over. Martin kept his head down fearing he too might be on the receiving end of Mr Wilkinsons ego and have to give up his shoes. ‘You can get your shoes back at the end of detention today’ he said and walked off carrying three pairs of shoes like trophies. Me and Jason wandered off to our first lesson walking into the classroom sheepishly, it was bad enough sitting in detention amongst our peers in their socks but to walk into a classroom shoeless is very embarrassing with everyone staring at our feet. Martin and James went to the headmasters office to retrieve their bags and coats. ‘You got no shoes again’ the headmaster said to James. ‘Mr Wilkinson took them’ said James. The headmaster confiscated James’ footwear from his bag. ‘We don’t want you avoiding punishment, you can retrieve your shoes in detention’ they left his office and went to their first lesson.

Having sat in the detention room for break and then the next lesson again in our socks we had to endure the dining hall avoiding our feet being stepped on in the queue for food. After eating we headed for the detention room as we couldn’t go outside shoeless. After a short while in walked Mark, he was a Sixth form pupil, 18 years old, 6ft tall and athletic in build. Although he was legally an adult the rules of school still applied. He too was shoeless. ‘What happened to you?’ asked James. ‘Mr Wilkinson caught me kicking a lad near the school gates’. Yet another school rule was no kicking allowed as this was an instant confiscation of footwear.’Mr Wilkinson took great pleasure in confiscating my shoes and ordering me here, he’s the same in PE lessons, he’s a control freak and I hate him’ said Mark. Lunchtime over we headed to to afternoon lessons.. in our socks. 

At 4pm we headed to the detention room, we sat waiting for Mr Aiden to observe todays detention, a PE teacher in his twenties, he looked hardly any older than Mark our 18 year old sixth former in detention . He didn’t arrive, everyone left after 10 minutes except me, Jason, James and Mark as we needed our shoes, which where all locked in the stationary cupboard and Martin who had shoes but didn’t want to be seen evading detention. After a further 30 minutes we decided to head over to the sports department to find Mr Aiden. All the teachers where in the exhibition drinking wine, it sounded like a party was in full swing, no wonder they where on the bus this morning we thought, can’t drink and then drive home. We saw both Mr Aiden and Mr Wilkinson leave the gym hall, we caught up with them in the changing rooms as they where about to embrace each other. ‘What the…’ shouted Mark.’It’s not how it looks said Mr Wilkinson, both he and Mr Aiden moved apart looking rather red faced. ‘Aren’t you married’ said Mark with a big smirk on his face. ‘We are supposed to be in detention with Mr Aiden’ said Martin not knowing where to look.’Lets go get your shoes and forget about detention’ said Mr Aiden. Back at detention Mr Aiden unlocked the stationary cupboard door. Mark said ‘We’re here for detention’, ‘no need’ said Mr Wilkinson. ‘Oh yes’ said Mark grinning. Everyone in the room except Mark was feeling uncomfortable. ‘I’m sure you don’t want anyone else to know what we saw, lose lips sink ships’ said Mark to the two teachers who where slightly inebriated, he was in control, the teachers where embarrassed about the situation and both had failed to take command immediately and now Mark had took the advantage, now they where like rabbits in headlights. Mark wanted his revenge for being shoeless since lunchtime. They where both wearing Adidas Sambas, ‘Take off your shoes’ he said. ‘No way’ said Mr Wilkinson. ‘Lose lips’ said Mark. The teachers just looked at each other, Mr Wilkinsons bullish attitude had gone. Both teachers slipped their feet out of their trainers, they looked new but still appeared to have been moulded around their feet to perfection.’Pick them up and put them in the cupboard’ They walked in their white socks to the cupboard and placed their shoes on the floor. Martin removed his shoes and placed them also in the cupboard as he was officially in detention and then Mark locked the door. Nobody argued with Mark as he was 6ft and athletic in build and enjoying the power trip. We all sat there in our socks including the PE teachers. James said to Mr Wilkinson ‘It’s not nice having your shoes confiscated is it sir’ and laughed. Both teachers beginning to sober felt very embarrassed about having to sit their amongst the pupils in their socked feet. ‘Can we go’ asked Jason to Mark. Mark unlocked the cupboard. ‘Get your stuff’ he said. Everyone put their shoes on including the teachers. ‘Stop’ shouted Mark to the teachers. ‘I like Adidas trainers’ said Mark, James started to grin, ‘yours look my size Mr Aiden’ said James. Mr Aiden just looked at the floor, ‘take them off sir’ said James, he too was now power crazy.’I want your trainers now, remember, lose lips’ reluctantly Mr Aiden took them back off his feet and handed them to James who slipped them on his own feet. He placed his own footwear in his bag feeling rather pleased with himself. Mark was staring at Mr Wilkinsons Sambas, ‘what size are they Mr Wilkinson’ he said. ‘Your not having my shoes’ said Mr Wilkinson. ‘OK’ said Mark ‘Your shoes or your wife will find out you kissed Mr Aiden’ ‘It was nothing but a drunken mistake plus they won’t fit your feet’ he said. ‘I don’t care’ said Mark, Mr Wilkinson slipped his Adidas trainers back off his feet and  begrudgingly handed them to Mark. Mr Aiden and Mr Wilkinson walked out of the detention room, it was unusual to see two teachers rather than pupils walking along the corridor in their socks. 

They all collected their stuff and headed out. Stood in their socks at the bus stop was Mr Wilkinson and Mr Aiden, James stood next to Mr Aiden and said ‘these Adidas trainers are very comfortable, you should get a pair and sniggered. Mr Wilkinson just stood there in his socks as the boys laughed at his discomfort and embarassment. It was going to be a long bus ride home.

Accidental detention – day 3

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.