AND SO IT ENDS! (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 4

In every school, there rules that have been put up in order to ensure that there are order and coordination. While a large percent of either voluntary or non-voluntary participants abide by the rules, there would always be a few countable individuals who could not keep their rebellious spirits at bay. Those individuals would operate on either the cracks between the wall or loopholes that have been left unnoticed by the enforcers. They thrive to bend the rules if not break them to satisfy their need for some entertainment, as some would say.   

As expected by many individuals, I was one of them. At the time, my school had a rule of prohibiting anything from the outside world to be within the school premises. When I say that I mean snacks, sweets, gadgets, food and the other stuff typical primary schools would forbid. And I being the sensible brunt that I still am, couldn't really handle the confinements of the school's rules and regulations. 

In order to flecks those rebel muscles, I decided to partake the most notorious scheme at the moment: the Black Market. It was basically students would open makeshift stores at designated areas and sell almost anything that was considered illegal in school and more. Nobody knows how it started but it quickly became a major trend especially amongst my agemates. By the third week, a large number of students were taking part. 

One key role in operating in such forms of businesses is to keep a low profile. Make sure as little people as possible knows that you are a part of it because there were spies everywhere so one can't really trust anyone. Ensure that you cover up all your tracks in case there is a search if anything becomes too suspicious to the administration. And never forget, if one goes down, you would go down with them. 

Twelve-years-old me knew the precautions, results, and the consequences but, I still went for it anyway. I had planned everything; the items I would sell, how I would promote myself and most importantly how I should keep a low profile. My rather flawless scheme went smoothly. So smoothly that I had a nagging feeling that something bad was bound to happen.

And turns out, it did. Some of the administrations' many spies have been returning feedback to the offices and sooner than I thought; exactly two weeks and two days since I opened up my business. The entire form was assembled in the dining hall to have a little chat with the disciplinary committee. After the exceptional set of speeches about the school customs and whatnot, we were sent back to our respective classes.

School prefects were assigned to round up all participants of the Black Market and take them to the Deputy Principal's office for a full course meal of punishments with the special meal of the day; suspension. Name after name was shouted in each table. When my name was being called, all my fingers were crossed. This was the moment of truth. Was my flawless plan really that flawless?

Apparently and unexpectedly, it was. Everyone claimed that I wasn't part of the Black Market. I was saved. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. Maybe this is the first time I would be able to walk out of trouble free. Did I speak too soon? Definitely. Two well-known members of the Black Market just had to spoil the fun and dragged me down with them. They exposed me in front of the entire class and what was worse the Deputy Principal was there to hear every single word.

And that was yet another end of another sad tale. Wait! Was I suspended? Surprisingly, I wasn't at all. In fact, I was released with barely a scratch on, except all my goods were confiscated. Which weren't cheap by the way. Oh well! What to do?