The Day That I Skipped School

I am not the definition of what you would call a "skipper."

Now, I do enjoy skipping along streets and holding hands with my friends, while singing.  

That's enjoyable.

But what I don't usually do is skip school.   I have had my fair share of breaks from school, being sick, traveling, and swim trips.  But I sure do love to miss school, except for makeup work.

The other day, kids from a rival school seemed like it would be terribly funny to tag the cars at my school.

Yes, all in the school of spirit and fun.  School Spirit.  Pphhh.

I received a text during class from a friend, saying that there were nasty things painted all over the windows of my car.

My heart jumped a little bit.  And kind of ran out the doors with me as I headed to my car.

As I walked across the forever parking lot to the other side, (because I park away from all other cars so stupid drivers won't bash into the beautifulness), I peeked around the cars I passed by, and sure enough....my car had been tagged....

in bright yellow paint.

At least they didn't write on the paint...just on the windows.

When I reached my car, I walked around to the other side, and there was the most crudest and disgusting image on my car.  And like my friend said, "You could see it from 60 feet away."

In an effort to get all the markings off of my car, I scraped at it with my long nails, and my efforts failed me.  The drawings and letters were too large to scrape off in the below zero degrees weather.  I tried picking up snow and wiping it on the paint, but it only froze my hands even more.  My fingers were numbing up.  All thanks to the stupid kids that did it.

I went back inside school, ashamed of my yellow hands, and blatantly told the front office what had happened.  They told me how to wipe it off.

I was NOT going to leave school at the time it got out, driving in the car with those drawings and words on it, so I called up my mom and said: "I'm coming home."

So I drove all the way home.  Speedily, cause I was afraid people were staring at me in the car.  And I washed off my car.

It was an eventful afternoon.

Yes, it's a good story to tell.  But I was rather extremely humiliated that day.  

Those kids should be punished.  

It is considered vandalism.

Plain rude and as my other friend said, totally "unclassy."

-Mallory