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When I was about 7 I had lost the key to the padlock on my bike and had had to walk home from school, it was only about a 10 minute walk but I was not happy. When I told my dad he was even more unhappy and as the bike was only about 3 months old sent me back to school with the spare key to get it after dinner rather than leave it there over night. By the time I got back to school it was getting dark and about 6:30.

I made my way across the playground towards the bike sheds, very relieved to see my bike still there. All around the playground were lights which were now on, making it look a little like a prison exercise yard. As I got closer to the bike shed I could hear muffled voices. I actually slowed my steps and crept nearer. I was also a little nervous because otherwise the place seemed totally deserted. I soon realized the voices were coming from the behind the shed. I decided not to look around the corner, which was quite a ways away due to the metal fence that stretched around the yard but as the bike sheds were in a rather dilapidated state find a hole were the wood had rotted to look through.


What I saw was one of the boys from a few years above me from the school and a rather chubby slightly spotty girl who looked younger, both naked and having sex (which I probably didn't realize at the time but I can tell now). My heart was beating so fast and loud I was afraid they were going to hear me. But then I decided to get them before they got me. Still behind the shed I got as close as I could to them, so close that I would have been able to reach out and touch them had there not been the wooden wall between us. Then with all my might and at the top of my lungs I screamed, “My name is yuck mouth, cause I don’t brush, and I like my teeth like this!” This was immediately followed by a scream from the girl, almost as long as the duration of my stupid song and some thuds and thumps and understandable commotion on the other side of the wall.


They soon came running out from behind the shed, first the girl with just her shirt on holding on to her pants in front of her and then the boy chasing her with his pants unzipped and being held up but no shirt. In the meantime I had gone to the other end of the fence and sat there in the shadows. Like idiots they raced straight under the lights not realizing they could now be seen from all directions. The girl was frantic and the boy tried to calm her down. Eventually they walked across the playground in the direction of the school gate. When they were finally out of sight I unlocked my bike and went home. 


 

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