Adventures While Skipping School

I skip school one day and a bunch of random s**t happens.

Today, like many other days, I didn't feel like going to school. I bet every high school kid has felt that way at least once, and most of them have actually skipped at least once. Well, today I decided to skip school, and boy, I had no idea what I was in for.

What started it off was the fact I would have to take a cab to school because my dad was taking the car to his new job so he could pick up his company truck. I figured this would be the ideal day to skip because my mom wouldn't be driving me therefore would have no idea that I wasn't going. Unfortunately things got a little more complicated because my mom wasn't going to leave the house until 8:30 and I was expected to be gone and on my way to school by at 8:15 at the latest. Thanks to my incredibly smart brain I was able to plan around this quite easily. I decided that I would tell my mom I was going to wait downstairs at around 8:00 and instead of doing that I would go hang out in the garbage room (I live in a condo and there's a garbage room on the main floor). I was also thinking about using my cellphone to call the house phone to pretend the cab had called me downstairs and was ready to take me to school. I figured this would keep my mom from becoming suspicious but in the end I decided not to because it would be too risky. From then on I decided not to over analyze and just stay cool, relaxed, and natural, which in turn caused me to be careless.

I went down to the garbage room and waited for a while. It sort of smelled but I had a cold so it wasn't too noticeable. A few people came to drop off their garbage but I was well hidden so they didn't see me. I listened to my ipod while I waited and didn't pay much attention to anything else, that is, until I noticed the dead rat beside me. Yes, that's right, a gross dead rat with it's innards coming out of it's rear end. Despite wanting to throw up, and the fear of there being more rats in the room, I held through and waited until around 8:45. I didn't have the key to the building, but I was planning to climb up the balcony like I did before.

My plan for the day was to get completely smashed off red bull and beer, so when I left the garbage room by first destination was to the corner store. IT was closed, so I went to the next corner store which didn't have red bull so I ended up buying a pepsi and heading back home. I hopped onto the fence next to my balcony and got ready to jump.

I'll take a minute to describe to you what my balcony actually looks like. It's about 8 or 9 feet above the ground with a red picket fence about 2 and a half feet across from it. There is a black metal bar about 2 inches above the ledge that borders a glass plane, and in between each pane is a vertical metal bare connecting the top and bottom bars. Normally, I would jump from the fence and grab onto the ledge with my finger tips, inch towards the vertical bar, grab on to it, then walk up the wall and pull myself over the top. Today though, it wasn't so simple.

I jumped from the fence and grabbed onto the ledge, only to realize that it was covered in ice. I slipped, but I tried again several times. In the end I scratched up my hands and pulled my groin. I realized that I couldn't get up that way and ended up just wandering around the building hoping someone would be leaving so I could get them to let me in. Everyone had already gone to work though so I didn't find anyone. Finally, getting desperate, I decided to buzz everyone on my floor hoping someone was home to let me in.

I'm a very shy and introverted person, so this was very embarrassing for me. The first person I tried didn't even live their anymore, so I'm not even sure how I could buzz him from the building. The next three were all gone to work, and finally the last person answered. It was a pretty annoying conversation because neither of us could really understand what the other was saying and the guy on the phone had a really heavy accent. He ended up hanging up on me, and a minute later I called back and he let me in. This is where my carelessness hurt me.

I went up the elevator and down the hall to my house and put down the bag. I went to the door, tried it, and realized how much of a fool I was. It was locked. For a minute I just stood there, taking it all in. How could I forget my house key? Why didn't I take a minute to realize that maybe I wouldn't be able to climb up the balcony? I went back downstairs, leaving my bag by the door and began thinking of a new way to get into my house.

I was stuck outside at least until 1:30, and my bag with my pop and a beer in it was upstairs by my door, and I wasn't going to buzz that guy again so I could go get it. I had two options:
1)Go to school
2)Wait until my mom got home to let me in.
Well option one was out of the question, and option two was pretty pointless because I might as well be at school if I did that. I decided to come up with a new option, which was very sketchy.

I started searching the area for anything I could use to get into my building. I found a cord which I thought I could use to wrap around the vertical bar and pull my self up, but there was no way for me to grab it and pull it around. I looked for a ladder, but there was nothing around that I thought I could take without people calling the cops on me. I was stumped, until I finally found a big wooden dresser type thing with three ledges. This was exactly what I needed, but there was one problem. I tried climbing to the top of it, but it wasn't sturdy enough. I could get to the second ledge but when I tried to pull myself to the top it would begin to topple over. I realized that the only way it would work was if I had another person to hold it up for me, which took my to the next chapter of my day.

I sat outside the main doors waiting for someone to walk by who I could ask for help. A few people passed, but being the shy introverted person I am I couldn't do it. I'm really a big p***y when it comes to that stuff.

So, I waited and waited, just thinking about and going back occasionally to try and get in on my own. Finally, I started to get desperate again and walked up to the next person I saw and asked them to help me out. He told me he couldn't because he had to catch a bus in 5 minutes, and he said sorry and I told him it was okay. I waited around a bit more until this guy came taking pictures of the building. He seemed busy, so I hesitated, but finally I walked up to him and asked. He didn't want to do it at first because it was pretty sketchy, but I offered him my school ID and told him I could bring him some proof once I got in. He eventually helped me out and we decided he would call my house phone to prove I lived there. It all worked out and I thanked him and we went our separate ways. Ironically, it turned out he was an insurance guy checking out the security of the building and that was the reason why he didn't really want to help out at first.

In the end though, I got in with only a few cuts and bruises, but they were nothing compared to the confidence I gained from making it inside. I didn't want to talk to those people and I was really nervous while doing it, but I did it anyway and boy it made me feel good. When I got inside, opened up my pepsi and a can of beer, I really felt a sense of accomplishment. Who knew that something as simple and skipping school could turn into such an adventure?

TL;DR I skipped school, hung out in a garbage room with dead rats, got locked out, got cut up while trying to jump onto my balcony, asked people for help, asked an insurance guy to help me break into my place, and now I'm getting smashed.

Author's Note

Tell me it's a crappy story so I can feel bad about myself.

Reviews

[WriterMe]

Oh dont say that. Quit the 'its so bad thing'. Its fine! Its interesting in its own way. Give yourself some credit. And be proud of what you have written =]
According to me, the story was a common everyday scenario. Its ideas were simple and the sense of adventure was there in a way.
Its not bad at all.
Reminds me of another story which was surely crappy. It was called the Midnight Adventure and it was about a boy and how he got really hungry one night and stayed up till dawn eating all kinds of things. And the next day he had to go to the doctor because of a stomach upset. NOW that's just a retarded idea. But then again, the writer had a conception and tried to put it down in words. According to me it was just so bizarre but other people found it amusing. So, as the saying goes, different strokes for different folks =]

Will review more soon =]