“Had a party around 10th grade. Found some guy messing around with some stuff in my room, didn’t think much of it when it was happening, just assumed he was just leaving after an eventful hook-up. Later the next day (after cleaning my bed a thousand times) I notice all my USBs are gone as well as some of my Nintendo DS games and the DS itself. Also noticed my wallet emptied (had around $60 in there).
It’s a Monday. I go up to the bloke and ask him if he knows anything about the stuff that got stolen. He denies it but I don’t trust him at all, he had a really fidgety and nervous look. I later walk past his locker and see the DS itself stashed up top with my name sticker STILL ON IT. I go up to him and ask him about it, he immediately rips the sticker off kicks me in the nuts, and bolts the Headmaster’s office. Next thing I know I hear my name being called out over the intercom and I have been called to the principles office. Finally some justice I think.
I get to the principal’s office and the old prick takes one look at this quivering whiny prick who stole my best save in Pokemon Pearl (Still the longest and best save to this day) and says to me ‘Jonno, I would have thought that you had known better to steal other peoples things, considering this act took place in school, I’ll be calling your parents in to have a talk’ WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK. I swear to god I said to the old fart’s face ‘What the heck!’ But I honestly can’t remember because I was so angry.
10 minutes later, mum comes in (thank whatever the heck is out there cause Dad is at work) and sits down, the first thing she does is look at the DS on the Headmaster’s desk and says ‘Wait, who stole from who here?!’ And then the headmaster says the dumb ignorant idiot he was ‘Jonno here was caught beating Harry after he stole some items from his locker.’ My mum stares so intensely at the old stuff I swear that microwaves were emanating from my Mothers eyes and were cooking the headmaster’s head right on his shoulders and said ‘You called me all the way over here to tell me my Son has tried to reclaim his own stolen items.’ The headmaster’s reply was a simple and standard procedure ‘We can understand how upset you must be to find your Son stealing but we must ask you to be rational and look at the larger picture here.’ He hands the DS back to Henry and then says ‘I think that a 3-day suspension would be a sufficient disciplinary action.’ My mum says some incoherent rage words, grabs my hand, and walks the heck out of the office as if she owned it.
In the car back home she instructs me to call my older brother and ask him when he next has a day off of work. He informs me it’s a Wednesday and my mum takes the phone and tells him to keep it free, we get home and she goes to her room to continue talking with my brother. I still don’t know what she asked him to do but oh buy, I love my Mother.
Wednesday comes around, my mum tells me to go with my brother to the front of the school gates. We wait there for a few minutes, the bell goes and the kids start flooding out. Soon enough I spot Henry and tell my Bro. He’s chatting with some bloke I’ve never seen before and they walk around the corner into a quiet street. Henry hands the DS over to the chubby fat kid and the fat kid in return passes over some cash. My brother drives around and tells me to stay in the car while he puts on a balaclava. I start getting scared my mother told him to beat the heck out of the prick and that it’s gone too far for what it’s worth.
My brother walks over, both boys doodied their pants and back up against the fence. My brother just stands in front of them and then screams really loudly. Fatty pees his pants (actually does), drops his bag with the DS, and runs. Henry pulls out a switchblade and tries to stab my brother, which his response to was to slog him in the face. He calls the police, they take Henry to the station and he gets sent to Juvenile Jail for attempted murder or something. My brother gets off Scot-free with a claim of self-defense. My Mum and bro both laughed about it, and then never ever talked about it since. I got my USB and DS back along with the games and Fatty didn’t come back to that school ever.”
