I've a story to tell you all -- a story with action, climax, revenge, morals, and even a happy ending. It begins with our heroine, Snappy, a young lass with a generally unexciting high school life, but before we tell this story, a bit of background information is in order.

It all begin six or eight months ago, back in the fall, when our young heroine did a favour for her Band teacher and as result, found she was lacking -- dun dun dun -- a parking spot. Now this kind-hearted teacher took pity on her pupil and told her the secret of the staff parking, that not all off the spots were used, and she let her park there. Time passed. (You may recall the fearful incident of the cracked bumper.)

Seasons changed, snow melted... and suddenly it was Summer. Just a couple days ago, in fact. Snappy had a spare and wasn't planning on staying in the Band room for very long, so she parked in one of the usual empty staff parking spots. There were five or six empty spots in the vicinity, so it really shouldn't have mattered. But -- lo and behold -- just as our young heroine was preparing to move her vehicle, THE ENEMY STRUCK. She soon learnt it was the vengeful auto teacher who had parked his bed red beast behind her, blocking her from leaving the parking lot, along with, it seemd another teacher, inadvertantly. The resultant of that day was rage at the immaturity of the school faculty, but also an honest apology to the teacher, who warned her to commit this horrible crime NEVER AGAIN.

But of course, never again should allow for some exceptions, no? Suddenly it was several days later, a Friday, in fact. Spare, lunch, spare. Normally Snappy would have headed right on home, except, it's her last Friday! Her last day to, perhaps, see certain people! To enjoy the Band room atmosphere! And suddenly she remembered that she had to take her bass home, and, having a bright idea, she went out into the staff parking lot. She realised she'd parked further away than usual, and her bass was quite heavy and awkward to carry. She peered at the lot with anticipation. The teacher who'd blocked her off was already parked, along with the other teacher, and all the usuals. There were even spots to spare! What an opportunity, she thought, to quickly move the car, pack up her bass, and leave! No one would notice. It was the perfect crime.

So Snappy executed her plan with care and consideration, even ensuring she didn't double park across two empty spaces. She scooted in, packed in her bass... and was sidetracked. Friends and yearbooks! Ah, the horror. And inevitably, time passed. And then somebody alerted her, our young heroine, that the enemy HAD RETURNED.

But alas, is was a new enemy, an old clunky van, that Snappy realised belonged to THE OTHER MECHANICS TEACHER. Dun dun. Someone informed her that he'd intentionally pulled out of his spot with the sole purpose of boxing her in. Well, she wasn't going to be bested again, this desperate and enraged villain.

First, she and a couple allies headed out to examine the scene. Picture: a Camry parked a foot away from a brick wall, with a van parked not quite a foot behind, an an awkward angle. First try: Snappy and the allies fought fiercely to push the van, but it was to no success. It wouldn't roll. Refusing to be defeated though, the allies reentered their base, the Band room, and began to gather the troops. Minutes later, the army emerged, perhaps a dozen adrenaline-filled super-hyped young bodies. This was a challenge they would be certain to overcome. Oh yes.

The troops gathered round the Camry, half picking it up, half pushing it in the direction of the open space next to it. They heaved, over, and over, and over. It began to move. Slowly, they inched it around. Snappy manned her vehicle slowly and carefully to avoid the enemy. They were close. They heaved more, and more. FINALLY, they broke through. The car could be driven out carefully (albeit, with very interesting manoeuvering). There were cheers of delight. Teamwork had pulled through. Victorious, Snappy fled to he student lot with her vehicle and parked it safely amidst the other student cars.

THEN as she moved back towards the school, she saw. Yes, she SAW. It was the enemy, walking with the other teacher who'd been blocked in, the other day. They were discussing the amazing escape, in awe and apparent frustration. Terrified, Snappy bolted to the other end of the school, out of the sight, but it was too late. The troops did not defend her honor; she'd been outed to the enemy.

Prepared for her imminent doom, Snappy made her way back into the school, with a new mission. She had to seek out the enemy, even if it meant her own death, for she feared the rage she'd caused would result in -gasp- a loss of the $50 parking deposit she'd made at the beginning of the year. She had to protect her wealth. And so she drew in her courage, and trode on....

:cough: True story.
Long story short, I apologised to Mr. Ross while nearly pissing myself and he laughed it off, and I think it's all okay. However, I just wanted to share that story, because, lifting my car with everyone was the FIRST meaningful life experience I have ever had in high school. And I'm a day away from graduating. That's the kind of thing that gets remembered (especially by me). So. In the space of a lunch hour, I did something mildly rebellious, made myself mildly infamous, and nearly got killed for it (I'm sure). I'm pretty thrilled by it all. The only downside is that now my friend's dad, the art teacher, I'm pretty sure, hates me with a fiery burning passion, but that's okay, because I'll never have to see him again after monday.


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Teh Snappy One
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