One of us was all dressed up in his birthday suit; bare bum and starkers with his butt and the other right downstairs package flaunting and dangling along. Others were semi-nude with either of T-shirts, singlets, and boxer shorts - i think i was the only one with both.
Anyways, we were chasing desperately after this mischievous party pooper determined to ruin the rest of our day. Someone had raised an alarm; we were having a little meet in a puddle of stagnant, dirty brown rain water that had settled in a depression, alongside frogs and other disgusting stuff, but what did we know? We were having fun, and we didn't even notice! We were swimming and splashing and playing with such reckless abandon and gusto, throwing water at each other and stuff like that.
I wasn't particularly swimming though because I couldn't despite the attempts the others made to teach me, all I did was plummet into the water and drown myself for a while, taking in gulps and then resurfacing with my eyes red from opening them while I was under.
All this was going on before we were suddenly jerked back to our senses, this jerk had stolen off with our school uniforms which we had taken off for convenience. We all jumped out and began checking, some of us were lucky the boy had not noticed theirs were they had tucked it away safely, the rest of us ran after him, catching up with him were he stopped under a tree across the main road.
It was demanded by the school for us students to go and fetch thorns in the fields for the school farm, the thorns were to be used as protective fencing for the farm and help ward off the grazing animals that so frequented the school from feasting on the crops we would raise. We went on this adventure during school hours and then resorted to our underwater escapade. And now, this kid had interrupted our carousel and was threatening to take our uniforms to the school and report what we had been doing. What? He's going to report us?
That would mean calling us out at assembly and disgracing us and then we'll take a beating, and there were a lot of mean teachers to choose from who could inflict on us a plague of the most unpleasant and torturing cane lashes you can imagine! And God help me my mum gets to know about this, I'm undone! That would be my bane!
Holy shit I cried in deep anguish. I couldn't bear the consequences that were all spelled out in my mind, I didn't actually want to do it all, I was just sitting on a rock above the pool, watching. And then my classmates were inviting me to join in. I knew it wasn't appropriate even if just the filth of the water body was considered, and mum would sure not want me anywhere near there. But peer pressure and that daring, fun loving spirit kept pushing me to indulge and I gave in. And now myself and my fellow accomplices were at the mercy of this brazen faced fellow, I'm sure he felt like some king, and he was making the most of it. He made it clear that it was either we give a token to redeem ourselves or he goes and exposes us. My broke ass had nothing to offer save for the tears and pathetic cries I made to plead my case, others helped begged for me after they had gotten their clothes back, and finally, the mean lad benevolently handed me back my school uniform as we all headed back to the school premises, deciding we have had enough fun and trouble for one day already.
We all had this sigh of relief and laughed at everything that happened, though it wouldn't have been funny. Even today, we still laugh when we recall that day, I had to call my friend -the one that was naked when we were in pursuit,to help me recall some of the details so I can use them in writing this. And now we're older, wiser and better, he is now a First Class student at a Nigerian university, and the rest of us are doing just fine.
I enjoyed your story. I guess the moral of the story is to hide one's clothes when embarking on a lark such as this. And, kudos to you for surviving a strict school environment with harsh measures of discipline.
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