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I was somewhat of a teacher's pet in highschool. I never got in trouble and so teachers never suspected me for things. But I got up to some antics. Me and my buddy Kris for the most part.

One snowy day in February, I was skipping class and my buddy kris was on spare. We were wandering around the school with nothing at all to do. It was blizzarding outside somewhat so wandering around the small town of Oakbank was out of the question. So this left the inside of the school as our playground.

The band room at our highschool had a little bit of a student lounge attached to it, and as kris and I passed by, it was empty. Save for a lone chair just sitting in the middle of the room. It was beckoning us to do something with it. So we took it. I ran in, grabbed it, and ran out of the room. We booked it to a door leading outside and took it out there.

We quickly decided to just set it in the middle of the street to see what would happen. We went back inside to watch from a window in the school lobby. A bus pulls up to the chair. (The school bus depot is right beside the highschool). It sits there for awhile. And then someone comes running out from the bus depot to move the chair. The bus driver didn't do it. He radioed in for someone else to come move it. The chair itself wasn't the funny part really. It was the fact that the bus driver was so lazy that they had to call in for someone else to move the chair.

Jam it back in, in the dark.