The prefect PT 8 – New Teachers

Author – Shoeless Guy

The school had two new teachers, both 25 and fresh out of University. A class of 15 year olds where taking advantage of one of them, Mr Johnson. He wasn’t going to allow their disruptive behaviour to continue and ordered Noah and Ryan, the ringleaders, to stand in separate corners with hands on their heads, the rest of the class had to write lines of ‘I must respect teachers at all times’ for the whole lesson. The new teacher kept reminding both boys “In here you obey the rules” much to their humiliation especially as their arms were aching with their hands constantly on their heads. Before leaving everyone got extra homework. The two ringleaders where told to spend lunchtime writing out the same lines and bring them to him after lunch. Mr Johnson let both boys know he took great pleasure in disciplining them, much to their dismay. He’d now gained great confidence asserting his authority over pupils. Leaving the classroom Noah told Ricky of his dislike to the new teacher and would rather spend lunchtime in the Sin Bin than writing out lines.
Each lunchtime period, Mr Johnson and Mr Steel, the other new teacher, had been visiting activities to help them integrate quicker. Today they spotted Noah and Ricky waiting outside the old gym with three others, Shane, Ryan and Steve the Prefect. Unaware of the Sin Bin, Mr Johnson wanted to know why Noah and Ricky were not doing their punishment. The Prefect told them they’d been disruptive and would be spending lunchtime in the Sin Bin as punishment. Out of curiosity and to also ensure both boys weren’t evading his punishment, MrJohnson demanded to see inside the Sin Bin. Steve refused as it would undermine the Prefects authority having teachers present. The refusal made Mr Johnson more insistant telling Steve as a teacher he could do as he wanted. Disliking the teachers arrogance he told him “The Headteacher created the rules, go speak with him, until then prefects and pupils only”. Ben arrived and unlocked the door, Steve explained the situation to him. “You should know the importance of rules” said Ben “No teachers in the Sin Bin”.
Johnson wasn’t backing down, determined to make sure Noah and Ricky weren’t getting one over on him, “We’ll enter with the pupils, you won’t notice us” he said. “But your still teachers” said Ben. “Forget that we’re teachers” insisted Mr Steel. “You will have to follow the Sin Bin rules, are you really sure?” said Ben. Both teachers unaware of the rules, agreed. Mr Johnson told everyone “We’ll just be students once we’re inside”. Without hesitation Steve snapped a photo of both naive teachers. Mr Steel’s phone rang, “Sorry I need to take this” he said as he wandered off down the corridor. Everyone including Mr Johnson followed the prefects inside. “You know the rules” said Ben. Mr Johnson watched as the pupils removed their shoes. Ryan protested being there. Steve told him he had been argumentative about Shane attending again. Eventually all the pupils where sat on the floor in their socked feet except the teacher. Ben informed the teacher of the shoe confiscation rule. Mr Johnson insisted he wasn’t here for punishment just observation, therefore he wasn’t taking his shoes off and decided to leave. “You cannot leave” said Ben.
“As a teacher I think I can do as I please” he replied arrogantly.
Shane shouted “Everyone has to follow the rules even though your supposedly not teachers but students whilst in here”.
Steve reiterated “Yes you insisted that you’re not a teacher in here”. Noah shouted “What did you say in class earlier Sir, In here you obey the rules”. Steve reminded him that disobedient students details and photos would be emailed to all teachers. ‘That would be more embarrassing than giving up his shoes’ he thought as he stared at the Prefects.
“Are you going to obey and give me your shoes?” asked Ben. Mr Johnson sat on the floor, he could feel everyone staring at him as he unlaced and removed his shoes. He stood up and couldn’t help feeling like a naughty schoolboy as he handed his shoes to Ben. The prefect looked at the still warm shoes, black Kickers, not smart dress shoes. “Trainers must be sent to the Headteachers office for confiscation”. Mr Johnson was confident that his threat was empty, he followed an order to go sit at the back of the gym, Noah and Ricky grinned as he walked past them in his black socked feet. He sat as far out of sight as he could.
Mr Steel eventually entered the Sin Bin. “Sorry about that, I am here now. Where is my colleague?”
“Sat at the back” said Ben. He proceeded to walk towards his colleague. “Stop” shouted Ben, “Get back here”. Mr Steel turned and glared at Ben. “How dare you speak to a teacher like that” he said.
“Remember you’re not a teacher in here” said Ben. Mr Steel looked at his colleague sitting on the floor in socked feet, “We agreed to follow the rules” said Mr Johnson rather sheepishly.
“Get back here Steel and take off your shoes”
The teacher looked down at his feet and without hesitation removed his black shoes and handed them to Ben. As with his colleague, he was told his shoes looked like trainers and should be sent to the headteacher. Although embarrassed having his shoes confiscated it excited him, reminding him of his school years. He thought his days of being in his socks were over but here he was liking his shoeless state. Ben placed the teachers shoes next to Johnson’s confiscated footwear on the desk. He walked to the back of the gym and sat next to his shoeless colleague as the pupils stared with delight. Mr Johnson told him how embarrassed he was. “Bloody students taking our shoes” he said. Mr Steel told him that he shouldn’t of been so persistent in entering the Sin Bin. “Rules are rules” he said as he secretly enjoyed his shoe punishment and that of his colleagues shoeless embarrassment. Ben reminded everyone of the rules of silence.
The Headteacher entered, both teachers hid behind some gym equipment to avoid further embarrassment. The Head picked up the box of shoes, noticing the trainers on the desk he said “Those for my office?, they will never learn!” He picked up the teacher’s shoes and placed them in the box, he left as quick as he came. The two teachers sat at the back of the Sin Bin in their socked feet unaware that their boss had just taken way their shoes.
To be continued.

The Prefects pt.7 – The Visitors

Author – Shoeless Guy

Gavin, Milo and I had to attend the local school to continue our engineering course due to equipment failure in our college workshop. It was an opportunity for our college to create a link with the school for sharing facilities. We had to be on our best behaviour, ambassadors for the college, anything less would be frowned upon. Upon arrival we signed in at reception and then went to the school’s workshop where we had to put on our PPE, personal protection equipment, basically overalls, high visibility jackets, hard hat and steel toe capped boots.
At lunchtime me and Gavin decided to have a cigarette, Milo didn’t smoke but would meet up afterwards. The college has a designated smoking area for adult aged students and staff but not here so we found a quiet area of the school grounds to go and have a smoke. A prefect called Steve appeared and told us smoking was prohibited. He took a photo of both of us. “What’s with the camera?” I asked. “We photograph anyone who breaks school rules, come with me” he said. “And if we don’t? ” said Gavin. “That’s what the photos are for, you can be traced” he replied. We expected to be shown off the premises to continue smoking but he took us inside the school building. We followed him into an old gym hall where several school kids and an older lad where sat on the floor shoeless. Ben explained we where in the Sin Bin where rulebreakers are punished. I told them we are just visitors to the school and unaware of the rules. “By signing the visitors book you agreed to the rules, also in reception is a large sign ‘No Smoking anywhere on the school premises” said the prefect. On a desk was a box of shoes, I guessed they belonged to those sat on the floor, I knew what was coming but I was determined not end up in my socks. “Take off your boots” said the prefect. “No f***ing way” I said and told them that I was nearly 20 and I’m not being treat like them kids. Steve said “Accept the punishment now and no further action would be taken”. Gavin reminded me of not bringing the college into disrepute. I felt frustrated at being punished for something that is acceptable at our college. I reluctantly took off my boots as the younger pupils watched, my warm black socked feet immediately felt the cold floor. I watched Gavin take off his boots, at 19 I was totally embarrassing surrendering my boots to school kids. They where put in the box with the other confiscated shoes. We where ordered to sit at the back of the gym. We walked in our socks passing the school kids nearly half our age, they laughed when the prefect shouted “Even the big boys have their shoes taken too”.
We sat on the floor “This is f***ing embarrassing” said Gavin. He was interrupted by Ben who warned us about using bad language and told us to be quiet or we’d get detention. I laughed at our situation, punished by school kids who where now threatening us with detention, I told the prefect how draconian this punishment was much to the amusement of the older boy sat on the floor. Gavin advised that I should be quiet and not to ignore their threats as they had succeeded so far in punishing us. So I sat quietly staring at my socked feet. The bell rung, we stood up and walked to the desk. The young pupils where given a stern warning and then handed their shoes back. The guy called Shane didn’t get his shoes, Ben took great pleasure denying the lad his footwear. He looked very unhappy walking out in his black socks. Me and Gavin demanded our boots but where denied them and told to collect them in detention. “I’m not 10 years old and most certainly not doing detention” I said. Regardless of my age I was told I won’t be getting them back until I had and was reminded of what our college expected of us. Gavin looked at me with shrugged shoulders, we reluctantly agreed to attend but we needed our boots for the workshop. We had our Nike trainers in our bags but had to hand them over in exchange for our boots. We quickly put on our boots and rushed to the workshop. Milo asked where we went at lunchtime, he laughed loudly when told that our boots had been confiscated and where made to sit on a cold floor in our socks. I struggled to concentrate throughout the afternoon as I was anxious about losing my expensive trainers and unhappy at having to attend detention to get them back. Gavin said at least we had something on our feet unlike the 18 year old who had to spend the afternoon in his socks.
We hoped to blag our way out of detention, just get our trainers and leave. Milo waited outside while me and Gavin entered the room. “We’ve come to collect our trainers” said Gavin. “Really!” said the teacher. He told us to sit at some desks. “Boots!” shouted the teacher. “What about them” I said. “Take them off, you deserve further detention for thinking I’m stupid to just give you your shoes and let you leave”. Me and Gavin just smiled at each other knowing we won’t be here tomorrow. “You already have our trainers” I said. “Now I want your boots too, take them off” he demanded. As we removed our boots we could see Milo laughing through the door window, we placed them on the desk, for the second time today we where in our socks. As the teacher took our work boots he too spotted Milo laughing. The teacher opened the door and stared at him “I’m just waiting for my mates” said Milo. Wearing his overalls, high viz jacket and hard hat the teacher knew he was with us. “Would you like to come in” asked the teacher. Milo declined saying he preferred to stand in the corridor but the teacher insisted. He walked in and stood by the teachers desk. Aged 20 and 6ft 6 inches tall sporting a beard he looked more like a worker coming to fix a pipe than a student. The teacher demanded he take off his boots. “Why I’ve done nothing wrong” said Milo. “I don’t take kindly to students laughing at others’ misfortune, now take off your boots” said the teacher. Milo’s face went red with embarrassment as we all watched him take off his size 11 work boots, he handed them to the teacher who placed them with our boots inside a cupboard, he removed our trainers, locking the cupboard again. Milo went to sit down next to us when the teacher said “I thought you preferred the corridor” His face went red again as the teacher sent him out to the corridor to stand in his socked feet. Everyone laughed including me.
“Are these your trainers” asked the teacher. “Yes” I replied. He told us we can collect them after detention tomorrow. I told him we wouldn’t be here to which he replied we’d have to make the effort as uncollected footwear would be donated to the school raffle, our expensive trainers would make great prizes.
The teacher said that Ben the Prefect would be supervising detention as he had to attend a meeting but would be back later to return our confiscated footwear. He walked out carrying both mine and Gavins trainers. “Your blagging sucks Gavin” I said “Not only are we doing detention but we have neither our trainers or boots” as we sat again with the school kids in our socks.

The drunk

Author – Shoeless Guy

Eric is a barman and always passed weekend revellers as he headed home late from work. People always tried flagging down his car assuming it was a taxi. One particular night Eric stopped at traffic lights when his passenger door opened. “Alright mate” said a lad as he fell into the passenger seat. “Take me home driver” said the drunk guy.
“I’m not a taxi” said Eric “Please get out of my car”.
The lights went green so Eric had to move forward as there was traffic behind him. He eventually pulled over into a quiet street and asked his uninvited passenger to get out. “I need to get home” said the drunk. “What’s your name?” asked Eric. “Sam” he said.
“It’s nice to meet you Sam but I’m not a taxi and I need you to get out” said Eric politely. “I’ve missed the last Metro home, lost my phone and can’t find my mates” said Sam, “Please take me home”. Eric took pity at the guys situation, he was to regret asking where he lived seeing as he missed his train meaning he lived out of town.
“Newcastle” said Sam. “That’s a canny drive from here” said Eric in his local accent.
“I’ll pay you”
Eric really wanted to go home and sleep after his shift at work but couldn’t leave the guy in the street either. “OK, but you need to pay for my fuel” Sam searched his pockets for his wallet, inside was £5. “Don’t suppose this will do?” Eric shook his head “No Sam it’s not enough” he looked at the wallet, it had no bank cards so no chance of using an ATM.
“Look Sam I’m quite willing to take you home but I need paying for the fuel”
“I’ll get you some money when I’m home”
“OK but give me your watch as deposit as I don’t want to drive into ‘toon’ then you doing a runner”
Sam took off his watch, it was a cheap Casio digital watch worth about £6 from Amazon. Eric wanted to kick him out, he didn’t need this at 2am but knew he couldn’t.
“If you want me to drive to Newcastle then give me your shoes” said Eric. “When you get home and pay for the fuel then you get your shoes back” Sam looked at his feet in the footwell “My shoes” his eyes where getting heavy “My shoes” he repeated.
“Yes your shoes, take them off and give them to me”
“My shoes, you want my shoes” repeated Sam again, he was falling asleep.
Eric had had enough, he got out of the car and walked to the passenger door to remove the uninvited drunk from the car. He dragged Sams’s legs out and noticed he was now asleep. He couldn’t leave him but what could he do. Sam was wearing a pair of white Nike trainers, more than enough to pay for fuel. He pulled them off the sleeping drunks feet revealing black/grey patterned socks. He shoved the drunks socked feet back into the footwell and put the Nike trainers into the car boot. Eric set off for Newcastle with the now shoeless sleeping Sam beside him.
On the city’s central motorway, Eric woke up Sam. “Where am I” he said and looked at Eric “Who the f*** are you?” Then he looked down at his feet “Wheres my f***ing shoes” He was now changing from a happy drunk into an aggressive drunk. Eric tried to explain the situation but he wasn’t listening.
“Where do you live?” asked Eric “Sam gave him directions before falling asleep again. Upon arrival Eric shouted “We’re here”. Sam woke up “Where am I?, Who are you?” Eric didn’t want to explain again so he lied “You where robbed, they took your shoes, I found you and took you home” Sam looked down at his shoeless feet “They where my favourite trainers” he said. Sam got out of the car and told Eric to wait, he went inside his house and returned a few minutes later still in socked feet and gave Eric £50, he insisted he took it for being a good samaritan and to pay for his fuel and inconvenience. Eric knew it was too much and didn’t want it as he had Sams shoes in his car boot. But his lie stopped him from revealing the truth, so he just took the money. Sam stood and watched in his socked feet as the good samaritan drove away with his money and his shoes. Sam had well and truly been robbed….. by Eric. At least he was safe at home.

The prefects – PT 6

Author – Shoeless Guy

It was raining when Ben caught up with Shane outside the school gates. “Give me my shoes back” said Ben. Shane looked down at his feet “Nope, I quite like your shoes, ask me again at lunchtime” he said. Ben replied “OK Shane, I’ve asked nicely for my shoes. You keep them til lunchtime, but I guarantee you’ll give them back”.
“I bet I don’t”
“You want to make a bet?” said Ben “If you don’t give them back at lunchtime then you can keep them, but If they are back on my feet then you will come with me to the ‘Sin bin’ not just today but everyday for the next week, am I clear” said Ben.
“Crystal clear, but I’ll be keeping your shoes so it won’t come to that” said Shane confidently.
They shook hands on the deal and Ben reminded Shane that he could of just given him his shoes back and it would all be over. For now Ben had to wear Shane’s black loafers.
At lunchtime Ben and Steve left the dining hall “I’ll meet you in the Sin Bin in 10 minutes” said Ben as he headed for the school gates. Five minutes later he was back and found Shane. “Are you going to give me my shoes?” asked Ben. Shane looked down at Ben’s feet. “Not now that you have mud all over my shoes” said Shane with a big smirk on his face. “Looks like I’ll be keeping your expensive leather shoes”.
“The entrance is quite muddy from the rain earlier” said Ben who got out his phone and showed a photo to Shane.”Recognise these?” The image displayed two pairs of footwear, Shane’s now muddy school shoes and his confiscated New Balance trainers. Ben said “Your nice new trainers didn’t get to the Head Teachers office. You like wearing my shoes, I like wearing your trainers, your school shoes will clean up but your New Balance trainers will be ruined if covered in mud”. Shane lost the grin from his face as he looked down at Ben’s muddy feet. “You had no right to take my trainers home” said Shane. “You where happy to take my shoes home” replied Ben “Give me my shoes now or tomorrow I’ll walk to school through the mud in your nice new trainers” Shane reluctantly took off the leather brogues and handed them to Ben who gave Shane his muddy shoes and said “You might want to clean them before class” Ben reminded Shane about the bet he had just lost. Shane walked in his socked feet carrying his muddy shoes and followed Ben to the sin bin. Steve had brought in three 16 year olds. They watched as Steve told them to take off their shoes and hand them over. The three boys stood silent in their socked feet. They had been in the Sin Bin before but with the former prefects. Ben told them to sit down and be quiet. Steve asked Ben why Shane was here.
“Muddy shoes”
“You can’t detain anyone for having dirty shoes”
“He volunteered”
Shane put his muddy shoes on top of the other confiscated footwear in the box. Steve returned with a 14 year old boy he had caught kicking another pupil. Ben told him it was an instant shoe ban and told him hand over his shoes. Regardless of his conduct in the Sin Bin they would be confiscated for the rest of the day meaning instant detention also. He removed his shoes revealing white socks on his feet “black or grey socks only” said Ben “You should expect to receive further punishment when your teacher notices your white socked feet this afternoon”. The boy sat down near Shane and stared at his feet.
The bell rang and every got up, the 14 year old was told to collect his shoes in detention, the older boys where given their shoes back but where unhappy to discover them covered in mud from Shane’s shoes which he had placed on top of theirs in the box. The boys took Shane’s shoes and and refused to give them back until he cleaned their shoes. They marched Shane out of the sin bin carrying their footwear, all still in their socked feet to get their shoes cleaned. Ben still smiling shouted to Shane “See you tomorrow “. He was enjoying Shane’s shoeless state and was determined to have him constantly in socked feet.

The prefects – pt5

Author – shoeless guy

The next day three13 year old pupils had their shoes confiscated and where ordered to sit on the floor and be quiet. No sooner had they sat down Steve was back with Shane, Ryan, Dave and Jimmy. They had deliberately been abusive. Steve left again as Ben told the four pals to remove their shoes. “Only when you’ve taken off yours and put them in the box” said Shane. “Not in front of these other pupils” whispered Ben. “Don’t worry about them” said Dave as we walked over to the younger pupils. “How much money have you got boys?” he said menacingly. Ben told the13 year olds to collect their shoes and leave. Which they did without hesitation. Jimmy said to Ben that he had just cost them some potential cash and wanted to know how much he had to compensate them. Ben reasserted his authority and told Jimmy and Dave that he was the Prefect now and he wasn’t going to let them extort money from anyone. “Take your shoes off Ben” said Shane “We kept our promise not to tell the teacher, now keep yours and take them off”. Ben kept his word and undid his laces and slipped his expensive leather shoes off his feet. “Nice pair of shoes” said Ryan who kicked off his own shoes and tried them on. They where too big for his feet so he gave them to Shane. He kicked off his shoes and put Ben’s leather brogues on. Shane and Ryans shoes where placed in the confiscation box by Ben. He then told Dave and Jimmy to remove their shoes and put them in the box. Shane sat on the floor wearing Bens shoes grinning at the shoeless Prefect. Ben felt uncomfortable in his grey ribbed socks and frustrated watching his nemisis wearing his shoes. “It was agreed to put my shoes in the box and not for you to wear them” said Ben even though he’d worn Shane’s trainers last night. It was nearing the end of the lunch period, Ben demanded his shoes. “Make me give you them” said Shane. Ben jumped off the desk, Ryan grabbed Ben’s socked foot and pulled him to the floor, Shane got on top of Ben and said “Try and take them off my feet” but he couldn’t as the others had pinned him down. In the scuffle Ben’s prefect badge had fallen off his jacket. Shane grabbed it as he stood up. Ben was still pinned to the floor as the door opened, it was a teacher coming to collect the box of shoes. He was early. “What’s going on here” he demanded to know. “Who’s the prefect?” Ben had no badge and on the floor without shoes. Shane looked at Ben and realised his dilemma, he quickly put the prefect badge on his jacket and proclaimed he was. The teacher had no reason to disbelieve him as he had a badge and was wearing shoes. “You need to have some discipline in here” he said as he looked at the four shoeless students sat in disarray on the floor. “I was about to tell them that their shoes would remain confiscated for the rest of the day and they can collect them in detention later” said Shane. The teacher stared at the four students and said “I’ll remember your faces for detention later”. He picked up the box and carried it out of the room.
Ben sat on the floor with his head in his hands as the other three demanded to know why their mate had just given them detention. “You let the teacher take our shoes” said Jimmy. “I had no choice you where all grappling on the floor when he entered”. They weren’t pleased having to spend another afternoon shoeless and getting detention again, Shane laughed at them. Ben stood up and demanded his shoes and badge back. “You heard what the teacher said, he is going to remember your face for detention and what will I wear as he has taken my shoes” said Shane “I’ll pretend to be you and you can be me”. He liked the idea of being a prefect as he told the others to hurry along in their socks and don’t be late for class or detention. Ben told Shane to wait behind after school so they could swap shoes after detention. “No” said Shane “I like your shoes, they’re quite comfortable and I’m not waiting around school unnecessarily so I’ll walk home in them seeing as I have no trainers, I might give you them back tomorrow”. He had a big smile on his face as he walked off. Ben stood in his grey socks watching his shoes disappear on someone elses feet along the corridor. He hoped that once again he wouldn’t be caught out in detention later. His second day of being a prefect and another afternoon of being shoeless. Not a great start to being a ‘school cop’.

The Prefects – PT.4

Author – shoeless guy

At lunchtime the new Prefects where issued with a camera and started patrolling the school grounds. Ben decided he would walk along with Steve unless they needed to take anyone to the Sin Bin. With the pupils unaware of the new prefects, Steve and Ben walked around unnoticed observing which pupils where most likely to create problems. Being their first day they just made a mental note of any troublemakers. They passed Dave and Jimmy who where with their mates, Ryan and Shane. Dave said “That’s the two arseholes who lost us our badges”. Ben stopped and said they only had themselves to blame. “Just forget it and so shall we” said Steve. Ben looked down at Shane’s feet, he was wearing a pair of blue New Balance trainers with a white ‘N’. “You need to change into your school shoes” said Ben. “Make me” replied Shane. Ben and Steve let it ride and walked away from the four 18 year olds, making a mental note of troublemakers. “Don’t think we’re going to have any problems with them two useless idiots” said Shane.
Lunchtime the next day, the two new Prefects wandered the grounds. They caught two 15 year olds fighting and where taking them to the ‘Sin bin’ when they passed the four 18 year olds. Shane shouted “Pick on someone your own size”. Ben stared at Shane then looked down at his feet. He got out the camera and photographed Shane. “You where warned about wearing those trainers yesterday, follow me” he said. Ryan told Shane to ignore him. Ben stared at Shane “You may be my age and height but don’t think I am afraid of you, choose to ignore me as your mate suggests and I shall ensure you’re in detention all week”. Shane went quiet as Ben moved his attention to Ryan. Another photo was taken “You can come too” said Ben, Ryan looked at the former prefects, Dave said “Just leave him alone, he’s done nothing wrong”
“He interfered just like you are now” said Ben who took a photograph of Dave then another of Jimmy. “I’ve done nothing” said Jimmy. “No but you can come along for the experience” replied Ben with a big smile on his face. The six detainees where soon to be parted from their shoes as they followed the new Prefects to the ‘sin bin’.
Inside the old gym hall, everyone was told to stand in a line. “Right everyone, take off your shoes” said Steve. One of the young boys said “Do we have to”. “Yes” said Steve as he explained the rules of the sin bin. The lad reluctantly removed his shoes revealing a big hole in his grey socks. They stood in their socked feet on the cold floor holding their shoes. Ben told the two fifteen year old’s to place their shoes in the confiscation box and go sit in opposite corners of the gym. He then said to Dave and Jimmy “You need to polish those scruffy shoes” as they placed them in the box. “If we see you wearing them again tomorrow unpolished you’ll be here again, now go and sit in the middle of the floor”. Ryan put his shoes in the box and was made to sit in another corner. Shane put his New Balance trainers in the box “Did I tell you to put them in there? That box is for confiscated shoes whilst in the Sin bin” said Steve “These however” holding up Shanes trainers “Will be confiscated all week and taken to the Head Teachers office, remember the rules Shane, no trainers to be worn with school uniform”. The 18 year old was made to go and sit in the remaining empty corner.
Steve left Ben in charge and went back outside. Ben walked up to Dave and Jimmy sitting quietly on the floor. “How are you enjoying your experience of the ‘Sin bin’? Must feel strange to be without shoes and being told what to do” He walked away smiling. Ben sat at the desk with the box containing the confiscated shoes and told Shane to come over. Shane ignored him. Ryan shouted “Go to him, he’s not your lapdog” Ben reminded Ryan of the sin bin rules and was told to be quiet and mind his own business. Ben didn’t like being ignored by Shane and Shane didn’t like being told what to do by Ben, there was a personality clash between them which wasn’t helped by Shane having his trainers confiscated all week. He was feeling humiliated sitting on the floor in his socks having his shoes taken away, he was 18 for crying out loud. Ben walked over to him “Don’t ignore me” he said “Do you have your school shoes”
“Yes” said Shane “Why?”
“I need to see them, ensure you have shoes to walk home in after school”
Shane opened his bag and pulled out a pair of black leather loafers. “Good” said Ben “I’ll take them for now” snatching them out of Shane’s hands. “No shoes allowed in the in Sin bin” Shane stood up and shouted “Give me back my f***ing shoes” Ben squared up to him and pointed at him. “Don’t swear or tell me what to do, I am in charge so sit down like a good boy”. Shane’s face went purple with anger, but he sat down and watched the Prefect take his shoes and place them in the box with the other confiscated footwear.
As the bell rung all the students stood up and padded in their socked feet over to Ben. He gave the two 15 year old pupils their shoes, they quickly put them on and left. Ben told the four 18 year old lads they where not getting their shoes and can retrieve them in detention after school. “Why? We’ve done nothing” said Jimmy. Ben told them “Everytime you and Dave enter the Sin bin you will always leave shoeless, detention everytime, as for you Ryan and Shane, besides talking and swearing which is a breach of the rules in here, you both need to understand I am in charge and you’ll do as I say” Ben could see Shane getting angry again “Remember also that any physical altercation means instant suspension from school and we don’t want that in our final year with important exams coming up, do we?” He smiled as the four frustrated friends walked out of the gym in their socked feet. Ben didn’t really like acting like a bully but he needed to assert his authority especially to Shane who he knew had taken an instant dislike to him. As he waited for the teacher to collect the box of confiscated shoes he looked at Shane’s trainers, he never wore New Balance before, always a Nike fan. They where his size, he unlaced his own shoes, took them off and put on the trainers. He walked around the gym thinking they where quite comfortable and they looked good too. As he got to the far end of the gym the teacher entered. He froze, ‘no trainers with school uniform’ he was worried he might get detention so hid behind some equipment. The teacher left with the box of shoes. Ben walked towards the empty desk. Not only was the box gone but his shoes where gone too. He’d left his shoes on the desk and the teacher must of placed them in the box with the 18 year old’s confiscated shoes.
‘What am I going to do’ he thought. ‘I can’t wear these trainers as I will get detention but if I take them off I’ll look like I have got detention and the only way to get my shoes back is to attend detention. It was a no win situation which ever way he looked at it. ‘Great way to start my first day as a Prefect’ he thought ‘Accidentally giving myself detention’. He had to get to his class, so he removed Shane’s trainers and put them in his bag. He also removed his Prefect badge, nobody would realise he was a new prefect and assume he was another student having his shoes confiscated and awaiting detention. He walked along the corridor in his socked feet feeling rather embarrassed.
At 4pm Ben headed for detention, the teacher and the four 18 year friends where already inside. If he was embarrassed being shoeless all afternoon it was nothing compared to entering a room and joining the guys he’d put in detention. He took a deep breath, knocked at the door and entered. The four guys where amazed as they stared at the shoeless prefect. The teacher told him to sit down, he walked to a desk and looked at the other guys grinning with amusement at his shoeless feet, Shane’s face was beaming with delight. The teacher temporarily left the room, Shane shouted “Does the teacher know your a Prefect? The big guy who took our shoes is now sat here without his, like a fallen Dictator!”. They all laughed at him, he was feeling rather embarrassed at the situation. Ben explained how he accidentally gave himself detention which made the other guys laugh even louder. He didn’t tell Shane he was wearing his trainers at the time. “We won’t tell the teacher you’re a prefect as long as we don’t end up in the Sin Bin again” said Jimmy. “Then behave yourselves and Steve won’t take you to the sin bin” said Ben.
Dave said “If we do end up in there and we give up our shoes, you will also put your shoes in the box too, if our shoes don’t come out at the end of lunchtime then neither do yours, otherwords no more detention”. Ben felt any authority he had was gone as he reluctantly agreed to their demands. ‘His only bit of comfort was he had Shane’s trainers in his bag and decided he was going to keep them and wear them every night until he had to give them back. They all sat in their socked feet until detention ended, they put on their shoes and went home.

True experience

Author – shoeless guy

The following story is a true account of how I realized my fondness to losing shoes.
After my experience it got me searching the Web and discovering this site about a year ago. I enjoy reading the stories posted and hope my contributions have been enjoyed by others. Although so far my stories have been fiction and wished It had actually happened to me, the following story is true and why I use ‘Shoeless Guy’ as my name.
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A few years ago I worked as a Sales Rep in the north of England. With a company car I did a lot of driving and often seen abandoned shoes on the roadside but never really thought anymore about it. I always stop to eat lunch in lay-bys, my favourite being on a not too busy road with great views across the Pennines. A few miles before the lay-by I spotted a training shoe on the roadside and it looked fairly new. It got me thinking who lost their shoe? Why was it there? What happened to the other shoe? Would anyone retrieve it? All questions that would never be answered. Would anyone stop and pick up the shoe?, probably not unless it was the owner. Then I thought would anyone stop and pick up a pair of shoes? Again probably not, too hazardous to stop on a main road. I continued thinking about it as I finished eating lunch. What if a pair of shoes where left in a lay-by, anyone could stop and pick them up. I stared down at my shoes in the footwell, would anyone take them if I drove off leaving them behind? I was getting incredibly excited with just the thought of leaving them, never mind losing them. Being a sales rep I wore a suit and smart shoes, I took off my shoes and looked at them, they weren’t new but I looked after them and they where as good as new, size 10, plain black laced leather shoes. Would anyone want to take them? I placed them on the passenger seat and pondered.
The excitement of throwing my shoes out the passenger window and driving off shoeless in my suit was overwhelming. So I did, I looked in my rear view mirror and could see them laying on the tarmac, my right shoe laid on it’s side. My heart was pounding, I decided to drive to a roundabout about three miles ahead and turn around and go back and retrieve them. Just the thought of someone taking them got me more excited. As I approached the roundabout I could see a car had bumped another causing a queue. What if I had bumped into another car and had to get out…. in my socks! The reality of what I had done was kicking in. I navigated the roundabout and headed back. My heart still pounding, excited and cold flushes of fear at the same time I slowed as the lay-by approached on the opposite side of the road. A car was parked, a police car! I drove past, but relieved that my shoes where still there, I decided to do a U turn at a junction a mile up the road, hoping the police car would be gone on my return. It wasn’t, so I drove past my shoes again, the police car pulled out behind me. What if I have a brake light out and get pulled over by the police, they’ll see me shoeless, is it legal to drive in socks? All sorts of paranoid thoughts running wild in my head, heart pounding in my chest. He followed me to the roundabout, the two bumped cars gone, I drove straight on at the roundabout, it might look unusual doing a U turn with the police behind. He turned right but it took me another mile to U turn and head back. My shoes where still in the now empty lay-by, I passed and U turned where I’d done earlier and headed back to the lay by. A car ahead slowed me down, I indicated to pull into the lay-by, so did the car in front. He stopped ahead of where my shoes lay. I pretended to use my phone waiting for him to move off all the time staring at my shoes, I really needed to get them as I should of been with my next customer now. I didn’t have the courage to get out and retrieve them in my socks so I waited. Then he got out of his car and put some rubbish in the waste bin, he spotted my shoes, picked them up and went to put them in the bin. My heart pounded again, excited he’d picked them up, but happy he was going to bin my shoes allowing me to retrieve them. He stared at them then looked at his own shoes, he looked over to me, then carried them to his car, got in and drove off. The excitement of a stranger carrying away my shoes as I sat in my socks was incredible but as he drove off panic set in. I drove behind him, excited and nervous at the same time thinking how did I end up following my own shoes. I knew some traffic lights where ahead and I’d built up the courage to ask for my shoes back if the lights where on red. As we approached the lights, they went to red, ‘thank god’ I thought, but he jumped them and I lost him… and my shoes.
I was extremely late getting to my next call, a small retailer in a rural village. Nowhere to buy shoes, I pulled over and phoned him explaining I was late and could we discuss any issues and order stock on the phone. He wanted me there as I’d promised to remove old stock. Panic set in, I couldn’t visit a customer in my socks but I really had no choice. I entered his shop, trying to act normal in my dark grey suit and black socks. His two teenage sons where there. My face went red as they looked straight at my shoeless feet. “You lose something” said the shopkeeper as his sons laughed. “I stepped in some cow muck having a pee” I explained telling them they didn’t smell too good and be unhygienic walking in a shop wearing them. He offered to loan me a pair of his sons shoes, but my size 10 feet quickly dismissed that idea. Having finished at his store I headed to my next job, fortunately in a larger town that had a supermarket that sold shoes. My heart again pounding as I entered in my socked feet, feeling rather relieved when I reached the shoe aisle. I found a pair of loafers that fitted. Rather than walk in my socks to the checkouts I pulled the price tag off the shoes and wore them. After queueing at the till, I gave the checkout operator the tag and explained I was wearing the shoes.
“I’ll need to see the shoes” she said.
“Why?” I asked. She explained that anyone could switch labels and I could be wearing expensive trainers. I took the shoes off as the queue watched, to make matters worse she called for an assistant from clothing to come over and do a price check on my shoes. The clothes department was at the back of the store so had to wait for him to arrive then walked off again with the shoes. All the time the impatient queue staring at me in my suit and socks. Eventually he returned, I paid and put the shoes on and left.
If only I had got out of my car at the lay-by and picked up my shoes, nobody except the car driver would of seen my socked feet and then he would of forgotton me later.
I did the rest of my calls and got home late, my girlfriend wasn’t amused when she spotted a cheap pair of loafers on the bedroom floor rather than my quality leather shoes.
Although the afternoon was embarrassing I never forgot how excited I’d become leaving my shoes on the roadside, the thrill of being shoeless and embarrassed at the same time, watching someone take my shoes as I sat helpless in my socks was exhilarating.
Evertime I visited my village customer his sons always shouted ‘The Shoeless Guy’s here’