THE SCHOOL PRANK by Sakina Kousarali Barbarawala

It was another usual morning. I woke up and got ready, went down to the bus stop and waited for its arrival. Soon the bus came and I hopped on. I took my seat while my friends were discussing about something. I tried to listen to their conversation and found that they were planning. Planning for a prank.
The prank was a little inappropriate and I didn’t want to be part of such an event. It was an exciting one and foolproof, but something just did not seem right to me. Everyone had high aspirations that it would work out and they insisted me to join. If I would say no, they would think I am a boring person and would not want to be friends with me. “Ughhhh!!” I thought to myself.

I didn’t want to be lonely throughout the school year so I decided to join. I felt so bad, but I hoped it did not go out of hand. We reached school and went to our class; it was empty because everyone had gone for assembly. We executed the plan and everything went perfect as planned. After everything was set we joined in for the assembly.

When we came back from our school auditorium, we got to know that the prank was now unveiled to all. We (my three friends and I) looked at each other worriedly. The teacher first interrogated everyone and many students suspected and named the students from the opposite class. The victim’s best friends were huge pranksters and hence the teacher also believed it was them.

They were called in our class and interrogated by the teacher. They told the truth that they were not involved in the prank this time but no one believed them (because of the other instances they did) and the eye suspects were the whole class giving doubtful statements of them being guilty. The teacher suspended them for a WEEK!

My three friends looked at the drama like nothing was wrong. But I could not watch it without saying anything and unfortunately I did.

Later that day, I started to feel uneasy, uneasy because I was guilty due to which I was unable to focus on anything. My guilt was eating me up, to an extent that I could not look at my own self in the mirror. My instincts told me to act on it immediately before it was too late but my head was thinking the opposite…

Since, I felt like this, I talked to my friends during recess. They stated: “Just ignore like we are doing but if you still want to confess, you can. Do not reveal our names.” so I knew I had to listen to my heart…

“Ma’am, I HAVE DONE THE PRANK AND THE BOYS FROM THE OPPOSITE CLASS ARE INNOCENT.MY THREE FRIENDS WHOSE NAMES I WON’T REVEAL AND I HAVE DONE IT.” I confessed to my teacher. All of my guilt flew away as I told the truth. I felt much better. The truth is sometimes bitter, but it always becomes sweet later on…

The teacher only gave me a warning because I had confessed and told the truth which none of my other three friends did. Even though I was worried what would happen to my friendship, I still did what was right. That day, I learned a lesson that whatever it may take, I will be truthful and be responsible for my action because the truth may hurt for a little while but a lie hurts forever.




By SAKINA KOUSARALI BARBARAWALA 6B