The witch sat high on a platform,
behind a desk, over looking her land of OZ, called a study hall. Her
wand was the chrome-plated megaphone; her amplified voice would force
your eyelids to snap open, when she yelled, M-15 wake up! That was me.
The study hall was huge; it would seat up to 500 students. The
24 rows were in alphabetical order, and there were 30 desks to a row.
The witch would yell C14, stop talking or P-2 wake up! After she had
called out several row and seat numbers, someone would yell BINGO! The
whole study hall would erupt into laughter.
I was seated in row M and seat number 15, I would open my
history book, put both elbows on the desk, then put my face in the
palms of my hand, and in a matter of minutes, I would be asleep.
"M-15, wake up!" I would rise my head, give her a big smile and wave
my hand. The witch would just stare at me, waiting like a vulture, for
me to close my eyes again. She did not take into consideration, that
there was a few of us, hanging around Zesto's till mid night or we
were working on our cars till the early morning. We needed our nap.
"M-15, wake up!"
You never know what sleep deprived teenage boys will do? The
study hall door, was push slightly open, unseen by anyone in the study
hall or in the hallway. The cord was unwrapped from the burlap sack.
The Seagulls took flight into the study hall, extruding a white
substance that impacted students, desks, walls, but best of all, the
witch.
The study hall erupted into total chaos, students taking
shortcuts across the rows to the exit upturned desks, books thrown at
the diving Seagulls, screaming, students with their coats over their
heads added to the uproar of voices.
Meanwhile the witch was standing with her chrome-plated wand in
hand, swinging it at the passing Seagulls. This mass of hysterical
students emptied out into the hallways, which brought other students
and teachers from classrooms out into the hallway. The principal
unable to find the source of all this mass hysteria, called a fire
drill, to empty the school out.
The next day I was called into the Principals office, with five
other boys for interrogation. I had called in sick the day the
Seagulls hit the hall. A teacher told the Principal they had seen my
car in the parking lot. I told the Principle, the battery in my car
was dead, and I had left my car in the parking lot, the day
before...and that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
After Fact: The Principle never knew, he had three out of the four
boys, in his office, that were the instigators.
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