Mr. Tumblr Boy

school lock down

When i was younger i always feared getting locked in the school bathroom during a lock down. Although teachers always say that they check them before locking all the classroom doors, but they don't. Twice during primary school i got locked in the toilets. The first time i was so embarrassed to call out to the male teacher who was checking the stalls, so instead i just sat their until he left. Only he had locked the toilets so yipee, i was locked in the toilets. The second time, nobody came to check. SO i locked myself in the toilet and cried. That was until the principal found me half an hour later informing me that my parents were contacted that i was wagging class. He laughed when i told him i was stuck in here through the lock down.... yes, it was only a practice.

I still get teased for crying through a practice lock down and being to scared to leave. But that is why, as i hear the alarm go off while i'm finishing of in the toilet, i want to slam my head against the door.

Shouts erupt around the school as year seven students squeal and start running. I have to bite my tongue from going out their and kicking them. there is nothing worse then children squealing. I flush and then wash my hands. My reflection - well other from the dodgeness of the steel rather than glass that makes my face look like a circle - looks flushed. two hours of studying a day so i can get a pass for maths to get into a good University, and yet i still failed. I huff in annoyance. and what better way to finish the day then having a lock down.

The teachers say that if you're in the toilet, stay their and a teacher will come and collect you and take you to the nearest class room. I know if i leave, Mr Benson who is the teacher who collects the students, will just snap at me even more. So i stay in the girls bathroom, pinching my nose to get rid of the smell.

As i wait i scroll through instagram but as i am a poor bastard and can't afford data i'm just looking at the same ten photos before it says loading again. Oh how i love my life. The bell continues to ring and yet their is no sign of Mr benson yet.

Maybe he's taking the boys first? Huh, as if. He's probably just too lazy to go and check the toilets.

After 10 minutes of waiting and the alarm still blaring, i figure, screw it, and leave. It's not as if it's a real lock down, other wise someone definitely would have come to check the bathroom stalls.

Outside, the school looks deserted. All the doors are shut and windows drawn. The sound of a school is distinguishable. Well, i guess that's the point, but still, it's strange to be standing on the outside of it. i make my way to the closest block - the English rooms. I try the doors but they're locked - obviously.

"Hey, it's Ve." I tap my foot impatiently while i wait. No reply. "Oi let me in!" Not even a creak of the floor boards is heard. I sigh. "I swear to god i'll report all of you." I make a mental note of Block E room 72.

Maybe they changed the bells and that's actually the fire alarm? But surely they'd inform the students of this change.

I leave the dead classrooms and carry on through the school, making my way to the class i just had.

I wind through the hallways until i'm standing in front of the shut door. The blinds are closed but i still peer inside them. The room looks deserted, i can't even see a foot or anything from underneath the table. Under the tables is the hiding spot, though?

I spin around to face the school campiest. The office isn't far from here, so i'll just go there. Someone in there will know what's going on.

I push open the door scanning the teachers office first. Other than some stacks of papers and fliers and mugs on the table, everything is completely empty and abandoned. Okay, not creepy at all.