After school detention lesson

This is my first time writing, hope you like it. Sorry if its a bit too long, part 2 will be more action packed, i promise!!!


PART 1
It was such a hot day in a typical Australian summer. The sky was blue as the ocean and I’m relieved today is swimming lesson for my class. I am 13 years old and my best friend William who is also 13 is thrilled to go swimming instead of learning maths. It was almost the end of the year and the whole class would rather swim than learn. We all got to the pool by bus. William and I were disappointed when we were told our swimming coach was sick and was replaced by a substitute. Her name was Mrs Waltz, William and I both hated her because she always picked on us. Last year we both got into trouble for telling her to shut up. She always picks on us and shouts at us. Today was no different. The pool was usually clean but filled with insects that day. I noticed a big, fat cockroach crawling my way. I have always been scared of cockroaches. I glared at it powerless and frozen with fear as it slowly crawled its way towards me. ‘Stop staring at your feet and listen to me, Jack!!’ Her loud voice interrupted me thoughts and my fear turned into anger. ‘But Miss, there was a big cockroach’ I replied. ‘Oh Jack, don’t be ridiculous and grow up!! This pool is constantly being cleaned; there will not be one cockroach’

I was really upset at her. By the time she ordered us to swim 5 laps of freestyle, I decided I need revenge. I told William my feelings and we quietly discussed between laps on what we were going to do. I suggested we put the cockroach in her bag with her undies when William suggested a even better idea. He suggested we steal her undies and put it in the bin. It was a fantastic idea.

So when Mrs Waltz decided to demonstrate the correct swimming technique, me and William excused ourselves to the bathroom. As we passed her bags on the other side of the pool (in Australia we normally don’t use lockers, we just put our bags on benches next to the pool), we opened the zipper and fortunately we found the undies without too much hassles. We grinned and hurried to dispose of it in the boys change room. We quickly ran towards to change room. Both of our hearts sank when our class teacher who came along to supervise us came out of the girls change room and caught us red handed.

Her face was turned red and our faces began to blush. To this day, I still can’t believe she caught us clutching a lady’s underwear. Our class teacher Mrs Turner was clearly upset and disappointed at us. She told us to get our bags, get changed and meet her outside. So we did reluctantly.