I shoved all my books into my small black-and-gold backpack.
The school bell had not yet rung, but that didn’t affect me anyway. I wasn’t in class like I should’ve been. But I wasn’t bunking like the others either.
Being a so called ‘responsible boy’, I decided to skip my boring history class, where I’d been listening to the same lectures for over a week, and finish up some homework instead.
Despite the other boys in my class always fooling around and looking like they were having the time of their lives in high school, I was never tempted to follow in their footsteps.
Following the rules had always gotten me to places, they were after all, made for the betterment of us all.
But this very fine day, I decided to twist the rules a bit. It was essential that all students attend all classes, but the amount of work I’d completed was far more helpful than those lectures, I assured myself. And also, it was a bit thrilling of course.
I closed the zip of my bag and carefully walked out of the empty classroom I was in. I looked for any signs of trouble before finally scuttling down the hall and towards the men’s room.
Along the way, I admired the several charts and posters the school had taken so much time to put up, but which had hardly gotten noticed by the students.
Then, halfway between the men’s room and the hall, I halted. A sign, a rather simple, but thoughtful one, caught my attention. On a plain peace of paper, hanging from a single pin, printed in bold black letters, read:
‘Tie your shoelaces students, you don’t want any accidents !’
It was accompanied by an article, displaying a few incidents in which students had gotten injured due to those opened laces.
I looked down at my own cleaned, black shoes. Their laces lay sprawled on the floor, the ends of it dotted with dirt. I shook my head in disappointment.
I bent down on one knee and started to loop my laces to a firm knot. Then I changed my stance and did the other one, making sure they were tight and secure.
I sighed. Thank God for these pieces of advice. Thank God for the rules. I wasn’t quite sure why they weren’t followed more often.
I returned to my stroll, and kept admiring the walls. The walk to the washroom, sure enough was a long one. People would have to keep themselves entertained.
As I neared my destination, I was about to turn around a corner, when all of a sudden, a loud chatter filled up my ears, and then a hoard of large, angry footsteps.
It was only too late, that I realized I should’ve moved aside, as a group of what felt like two or three students, probably twice my size, in rugby gear, crashed onto me.
Due to their over-sized torsos compared to my skinny one, the weight immediately pinned me to the floor, where I felt my hear connect quite strongly with the wall on the other side. My vision soon became blurry and pain increased with my decrease in adrenaline.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, are you alright?” one of them hurried themselves off of me as the other tried to help me up.
“Oh no, he’s bleeding!” one of them said catering to my head “Call the nurse quickly”
“I don’t understand” I muttered, not quite sure what I was rambling due to the throbbing on my head “I listened to it”
“Listened to what mate?” the jocks inquired.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen. Wasn’t supposed to go this way” I kept muttering “I did what they told me to”
“Brother” a jock said “What are you talking about? What did you do?”
I opened my eyes to see the tall people standing in a circle around me, and looked down to observe their undone and dirty shoes.
“I tied my shoelaces”