Chapter 4
Part 1
Mr Lewinski
The bucket was about to crash. The contents within were worth more than my life. If I let go, everything was done for. The iron handle was slipping, my sweaty hands were no match for it. The sharp inhale of my breath was the only sound to break the silence, before a massive metallic crashing sound as the bucket hit the floor, followed by the sound of the splashing contents following suit.
I stared at the mess and time caught up suddenly and sound returned. The squeaking of gym shoes and hushed conversations coming to a pause as the high pitched warbling sound of Mr Lewenski's whistle was blown "Everyone go to your next class, except you." I was turning around with the rest of my class hoping to slink away unnoticed, but my plans of escape were halted by a firm grip on my shoulder and my heart froze with my body. "You dropped the bucket, you forgot your gym clothes, I have to give you a work report to take home." Mr Lewenskis eyes were glued on mine, eye contact was not my strong suit and I nervously tried to stare back, I wondered if my eyes are conveying my desperation to escape said gaze.
"My gym clothes werent washed so they stank from our last PE class. If I wore them or brought them to school everyone would of made fun of me. Im sorry Sir, i didnt know what i should do, i didnt have time to wash them because i only remembered we had gym this morning."
Mr lewenskis eyes suddenly moved and glanced away from my face. He opened his mouth to say something but then shut and with a puff of air, He cleared his throat and started again. "Alright well next time make sure your clothes are clean. If I give you no reason to worry then you won't change anything and it will be the same all over next time. Your clothes should be washed regardless of what day it is. Its your responsibility, now go to class." My heart was crushed, I turned on my heel and quickly burst into clumsy movement and aimed myself at the blue metal doors of the halls exits, I felt my face burning and tears of frustration forming in my eyes. How humiliating, I was telling the truth about the laundry, it wasn't my fault, how was I supposed to remember everything about the week ahead. It was one more thing on a mountain of things crashing down onto my head, the force of a tide I couldn't stop.
I couldn't stop the inevitable discovery and reveal of my ineptitude in school, how I couldn't pay attention and knew none of the base things I should of learnt and had only been guessing my way through everything for so much longer than I should of because I was to scared to approach things that I didn't know and to lazy to work any longer on things that seemed pointless to tackle. I just wanted to get away from all the frustrating and boring things I couldn't understand. And the only way to do that was to act like I got it , but tests were revealing my lies, when I couldn't copy or fake my answers. And my work reports were stacking up, this one would mark my 5th and thus last for detention, which meant my parents would find out. I was already shaking and wondering how hard faking a signature would be... and whether getting caught with faking a signature, or the trouble I'd be in about the detention was worse.
I decided to fake the signature. How hard could it be.