A Wonderful Story Pt.4

Whoever said seven was a lucky number didn’t experience my life on Friday February 12th. On our seventh time we got caught.

I got in trouble for drawing the bad drawings on the walls in the bathroom.  When I first got called in, they took me next to Officer Thaker’s office and told me to get on the wall.  They then checked my backpack if i had anything like sharpe, and I did.  At that moment all I cared about is not to be yelled at by one of the counselors for having a sharpe on campus, because one of the things really brings me down is when people scream at me..  

After they found my sharpe Mr._ (aka “The Intimidator”) walked me over to the main office to talk with him.  

That’s when I started to feel uncomfortable.

On the walk The Intimidator kept peering at me as if screaming at me, “CRIMINAL!”. His voice continued to rise with each step, telling me, “Don’t lie about anything or you will get it worse”.  

I began to feel like that piece of paper you see twisting in the wind. A victim, now snatched up by The Intimidator who had already labeled me a “criminal”.

The laughs and smiles I had created with my artistry were long forgotten.

A Wonderful Story Pt.3

Still no one knew we were doing it.  The feedback we received from our new innovation was slightly better. Friends were still laughing, but I expected the feedback to be much greater than it was.

The following day, our fifth time, again our work was destroyed.  I started to feel like this was getting serious and we could get into trouble. So we stopped our comedic artistry.

After a few days we felt like we were losing our comedic momentum. No one was laughing or talking about the wall artwork.

The sixth time we showed off our work we had realized that we had to get it together and start again or everyone would soon forget about our artistic work.  So we started up again showing off our work.

The next day everyone was talking about how they thought that who ever had been drawing our usual drawings, was going to stop but they started to draw again.

The seventh time was two days after the sixth and by then people were trying to figure who is the person who has been making them laugh, but we couldn’t tell anyone.  So we just went to the bathroom again to draw, to make people guess who the people that are drawing are.

A Wonderful Story Pt.2

The next day we returned to the bathroom to admire our artwork.  It was gone. We hadn’t gotten our laughs yet, so we drew it again.  I used the same black Sharpie.

The next day some of my friends came up to me.  They said, “Did you see the drawings on the bathroom walls?”  They were were laughing. I felt like my mission was accomplished. They didn’t know it was me.

The following day, our third time, we went to check if our artwork was still on display in the bathroom. To our disappointment someone had removed our artwork again. We had so many laughs and such great feedback, we had to have it on display!  So we drew more pictures on the wall.

The positive reviews increased. Our reviews expanded from a small handful of close friends to almost all of our friends. I felt like I was king of all jokesters.  Everyone was laughing.  It felt great.

The following day, our fourth time, we saw that our work was destroyed again.  We recreated it.  But by this time the drawings were getting old. The pressure was on to come up with some new ideas.  So we added words to the drawings.

A Wonderful Story Pt.1

Around January 28th me, Brandon R., and Brandon B. came up with an exciting plan.  It was around 10:15 in the morning and we were in the halls outside History class.  We had just finished English and entered our 15 minute Nutrition Break.

Excitement was in the air.  We had the perfect plan to get all our friends laughing.

So we went over to the boys bathroom next to the PE field. It was the perfect location because it’s next most of the 8th grade classes and would get the most exposure.

We entered the bathroom. I pulled my black Sharpie out and with my best impression of Picaso-Kevin-Hart I started to draw.  I choose to draw a boy body part because all the 8th grade boys think its funny and easy to draw.  Whenever they look at a male body part, they start laughing and I really wanted to make them laugh.

I drew three more, then left to eat my snack.