Ghosts

It was a very hot and boring Saturday afternoon. I was all alone in my classroom doing an assignment, which had to be finished by Monday. I put my pen down and looked around searching for somebody. Eventually, I noticed Laura running fast toward me.

“Thank God, you actually saved me from this boredom!” I thanked her for coming.
“Do you have any “projects” tonight? If you don’t, let’s “fly”!” Laura suggested hopefully. “Fly” was used among us referring to going out of the college without any legal permission either by climbing over the fence or crawling under it.
“What a fabulous idea! I was about to think of it when you showed up. Have you asked Jessica?”
“Sure.”
“We’ll paint the town red, Okay? Go first, because I want to finish this stupid, boring assignment.

I watched Laura leave until her short, plump figure vanished from my sight. My mind drifted away, recalling the last time Laura, Jessica and I went out to town without permission. While we were roaming around the town, Jessica saw someone who had been watching us from a distance. It was our teacher, Mr. Medrano. Luckily, we managed to elude him among the crowds. The next morning, I was quite nervous wondering if Mr. Medrano would remember us and report us to the disciplinary board. But, to my pleasant surprise, he did not even mention anything about it when he was teaching my class. Maybe our dark clothes or his poor eyesight had prevented him from recognizing us the previous night.

The night we were waiting for had finally arrived. We all wore black T-shirts, black jeans and a cap for our safety. I looked up at the dark sky. The moon was shining brightly and the clouds around it were all feathered by light, indicating that it was not going to rain tonight. We walked past the academic block and the laboratory area until we reached the high chainlink college fence. Then, we sought the hole in the dark. Slowly, I lifted the chainlink while my friends crawled under it. At last we were out of the very strict college. I could smell the gratifying air of freedom and felt pleasurable delight waiting for us at the town.

On our way to town, we came across a few teachers’ cars zooming past us. However, we were not worried, because we knew that they would not recognize us as it was quite dark. We had to walk for about twenty minutes before we reached the town. The first thing we did was search for a restaurant to fill our hungry bellies and freshen our thirsty throats. After having a nice, tasty dinner and having bellowed, we entered a theatre and watched “Signs”. The horror packed movie made it worth the risk of going out. It was quite late when the movie was over, and it was time for us to go back.

We strolled swayingly along the road back like drunken women who had gulped ten full mugs of beer. We sang loudly and joyfully to lessen our sleepiness. Suddenly, I heard a motorcycle coming in our direction. Curiously, I turned my head and was surprised to find out that it was Mr. Hill, nickname “The Drunken Master”, our bad tempered warden.

“Drunken Master!!! Run!” I screamed with a panic stricken voice. Without wasting any minute, we lifted our feet off the ground and ran as fast as our two feet could sprint, seeking for a place to hide. We finally stopped and hid behind a big tree and among some bushes. Bad thoughts kept flashing in my mind and the cold monsoon wind that kept blowing, made me shiver terribly. For about ten minutes of waiting and trembling, nothing happened. Consequently, we got out of the bushes, quite worried if our warden was still there. We were relieved that he was gone. We continued our walk back.

We safely found our way back to the laboratory area. Abruptly, Laura saw a silhoutte walking around the area, looking for somebody. His beer belly really indicated that it was Mr. Hill, and that somebody he was waiting for was us! He was getting nearer and nearer, and there was no other way to get into the college. My heart beat faster, my face turned whiter and more perspiration dropped from my face, as he was nearing us.

Quickly but carefully, we climbed a tree near the physics laboratory. It was our last chance. When Mr. Hill reached the physics laboratory, we shacked the tree branches and made ghostly sounds. The stone that was thrown by Jessica perfectly landed on Mr. Hill balding head and to our great surprise...
“Help me! Ghosts!!!” he yelled terrified and ran topsy-turvy away.
“His crotch must’ve been wet!” I joked. We had a satisfying laugh for the joke and for our success.

The next morning, when I was walking with Laura to our classroom, I heard Mr. Hill’s voice from the canteen telling other teachers that he saw some ghosts the previous night. He exaggerated proudly that he had managed to scare the ghosts away. Laura and I looked at each other and smiled.