A day with Aria

Planning a prison break

“thank god.”

I said after examining his shirt crisis, “You gotta take off your shirt.”

“ Now? Seriously?”

“then come up with a better solution, genius.”

He pondered for a fleeting moment, his gaze sweeping the surroundings. Impatience gnawed at me, prompting me to ascend slightly and seize the hem of his shirt. His incessant fidgeting hindered my efforts, so I administered a gentle tap to his cheek, which had the desired effect of immobilizing him. With newfound ease, I liberated his shirt from its confines, leaving him unencumbered and free to navigate the situation without further impediment.

It was a vertical climb. It was difficult. Chris gave me a boost and I was able to reach the top and I climbed over. I had to hold my hand towards him; for him to reach the top. He grabbed ahold of my arm. I was able to give him a little boost. He got up. After a tiring rescue mission, me and Chris landed in the chem lab. When they saw that Chris’s shirt was off, they started to wonder what happened here. They have the wildest and dirtiest imaginations that a human could ever be instilled with.

The moment they were about to tell, I said pointing to Chris and showing the other shoe in my hand, “Long story…”

They were intelligent, so they didn’t say what they thought, they kept it in their minds.

The door of the chem lab is always unlocked because I think I broke the lock in my first year. We were able to go outside to the corridor; we were scanning for our food joints, which are the best invention made by mankind; vending machines.

I spotted one.

I screamed to the group, “FOOD...”

They always knew that I had a dramatic flair that was very annoying to people, so it was good quality.

The group was pulling their pockets out in search of money. I walked back a little distance and ran to the vending machine. It knocked me down. They saw me on the floor in pain. Amanda came to my aid.

Henry asked, “What were you trying to do?”

I pointed to the vending machine’s receiving slot. A bunch of snacks were there.

I stood up in pain and walked to the receiving slot and pulled out a bunch of snacks.

There was a vending machine for drinks too. Chris noticed that and I was sure that he was going to do a repeat of what happened just now.

He does the same and lands hard on the floor. A bunch of cans of cool drinks fell. I took one for Chris and myself to keep in the areas which generate pain. It felt good. Everywhere was locked; there was no way out. We had the snacks and the drinks; it felt refreshing because I was very hungry and cranky because of that.

As we plotted our daring escape from the confines of our academic prison, we found ourselves trapped within the hallowed halls of our educational institution. The prospect of spending the night in this desolate wasteland filled us with a sense of impending doom, threatening to drive us to the brink of madness. However, we recognized that such drastic measures should only be considered as a last resort.

Through a labyrinth of brainstorming sessions, we stumbled upon the idea of forcibly breaching the door and making our escape. Yet, the consequences of such an audacious act weighed heavily upon our minds, for we knew that expulsion from our academic haven would be the inevitable price.

In a desperate attempt to find a solution, we engaged in a frenzied exchange of ideas, each one more outlandish than the last. It was during this chaotic brainstorming session that a glimmer of hope emerged from the depths of my memory. I recalled a fateful day when I had neglected to complete an English assignment, a transgression that had gone unnoticed by our watchful overlords.

The teacher or 'our watchful overlord' was a b***h too and she was extra bitchy to me. Maybe because I am better than her or because I always sleep when she teaches. I can’t help it; she is boring.

In the midst of a mundane existence, where attendance was merely a formality, I harbored an audacious plan to abscond from the confines of my academic prison. However, my aspirations were perpetually thwarted by the eagle-eyed vigilance of my ever-present instructor; in a mundane way 'she got me every time'.

Amidst my despair, a glimmer of hope emerged in the form of Mason, a kindred spirit who possessed an uncanny ability to elude the clutches of authority. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he would vanish into the ethereal realm of the school's rooftop, effortlessly scaling the walls to freedom.

Intrigued by his enigmatic prowess, I implored Mason to impart his wisdom upon me or in simpler terms, 'please get me out too'.

With a conspiratorial grin, he agreed to guide me on a clandestine expedition beyond the hallowed halls of our institution. As we embarked on our escapade, the destination remained shrouded in mystery, but the promise of adventure filled the air.

I said, “Guys, the roof.”

I made my way and got to the roof.

Jason asked, “Is this a good idea?”

I said, “I have done this before, trust me.”

The group got together and started using the Pythagorean theorem, Newton’s law physics, and stuff. I got bored and I stepped back to get a good take-off.

I ran fast and leaped over the building to the other building like a pro. They were amazed.

I screamed, “It is not a math or a physics problem, just jump.”

The other guys followed suit. I got down and, finally, I was not locked inside the school. I wanted very badly to crash. I could even crash on the ground; I am not picky when I am sleep-deprived.

“I am going home, night.”

Chris pointed to the sun which was rising and said, “Technically, it’s morning.”

I just glared at him; my mind was full of anger. I just wanted to rip his throat out.

“I don’t care and I am going home to sleep.”

Amanda said, “I am pretty sure that your mom will send you to your school.”

“ No, she won’t because of this.”

I slightly lifted my shirt to show that I had good bruising on my stomach. I am probably sure that Chris has something.

Chris checked his abs; he also had bruising.

Jason: “Oh, s**t, what are you going to tell your mom?”

I said without even a second to think about it, “I slipped and fell down the stairs.”

Chris said, “Wow, terrifying and impressive at the same time. You can lie your ass off.”

“I had a lot of practice.”

The rest of the group considered the idea of feigning illness in order to be able to remain at home. We strolled side by side confidently, with our arms draped around each other's necks. I'll share a little secret with you; the reason for this was that I had trouble walking.

I walked home. I saw that my mum was already up. I saw how tired I was and before she opened her mouth to ask questions I said,

“I am tired, worked on the presentation all night and I slipped and fell down the stairs.”

Even before she responded, I went to my bed and collapsed into it.

What would my mum say when I woke up? Would she make me attend school? Would she get to know that we were locked inside the school? Would she have known that I ran towards a vending machine that gave me the bruising? Would she know that I jumped over a building and have done that a couple of times? Most importantly, how fun was last night?

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