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PRESCOTT ACADEMY
Do you wanna have some fun?
I had just started to put my belongings away in my room at my new school when a group of boys appeared noisily in my open doorway. One kid in the front spoke up, ?do ya wanna have some have some fun?? I was a little shocked but I replied, ?maybe later. I'm kind of in the middle of settling in. I'm Josh Farris.? ?Oh we know who you are, we've been expecting the new kid.? I'm Ben Harper. I'm Head Boy for the 3rd Floor. I'm the guy you need to know if you need anything.? I chose not to respond. The other boys were agreeing by shaking their vigorously. ?Great Ben, I'll keep that in mind. I need to finish here before I go see about my class schedule.?
?Yeah, sure, catch you later then.? Ben mumbled as they all shuffled away while whispering back and forth. ?Odd,? I was thought and finished unpacking.
I looked around the campus as I walked to the Head Master's office. There are four brick buildings. All were similar in style. The academic buildings were smaller. Large stone plaques hung over the doorway at each entrance. One building was called Stewart Dipple Hall and the other was named Kendrick Kirkwood Hall. About 100 yards behind Dipple Hall I could see several lush, green sports fields and some stables. The administrative building was a two story, brick structure set back further from the other buildings.
I entered and found the door marked, Head Master Walter Prescott. Prescott? I guess this place was named after him or someone in his family. I had to transfer here from the public school that I had been attending Texas.
I had a quick flashback to the public school I had attended just a week ago in Portman, Texas. Portman is a farm and ranch community with a small population. It was small enough that everyone knows everyone's business. It has the typical small town gossip network. I was the popular subject of the month.
i had been a Junior attending Portman High School. I witnessed a poor, homeless girl stealing money from a teachers purse. I had walked in on her by accident. I went to retrieve a book that I had stashed under my desk in the class that had ended a few minutes before.
Mara was homeless and lived with her mother and three younger siblings in a variety of shelters. Her mother was having difficulty finding work. I'm not sure what happened to her father. I grabbed her wrist that still had the cash in her hand. I stopped her from retreating and I wanted to talk to her. Mrs. Clay happened to walk back into her classroom at that very moment. I snatched the money from Mara's hand and quietly whispered, ?let me handle this.? She looked surprised but didn't say anything. Mrs. Clay saw her open purse on top of her desk, saw me with a handful of money. She ordered us both to have a seat and she called the school principal. To make a long story short, I took the blame. Mrs. Clay agreed not to press charges because she did not lose her money. I was expelled for a month. The entire town heard about the incident. My father was outraged. I lied to him still trying to protect Mara. She was having a hard enough life without adding this. My father has a friend who had connections st this school.
I blinked a couple of times realizing where I am now. I knocked softly on the door and heard a male voice telling me to come in. I turned the knob and stepped into a plush outer office. I looked around, no one was at the desk in this outer room. ?I'm back here, come on back.? The voice said. I stepped into a door located a few steps to my right. As I walked in, a man stood up from behind the desk and reached out to shake my hand. I shook his hand as he introduced himself as Walter Prescott III. ?Hello sir, I'm Josh Farris.? I said as he pointed to a chair beside me and he sat down. Mr. Prescott was huge! He was very tall and fit. I thought he must have been a football player. I realized I was gawking at him and I muttered, ?sorry, um, your office is very nice.? I managed to get out. He thanked me and pulled two leather folders that had my name engraved across the front. He kept one and passed the other folder to me.
?Well, Josh, I'm very pleased that you chose to join our school. We have a lot to offer and I think you're going to enjoy it here.? I relaxed a little. Mr. Prescott gave me an overview while flipping through the pages in my folder. I followed along. It had basics about the academy, a map of buildings with all of the buildings labeled. He covered a few basic rules that students were expected to follow. In a more serious voice he covered the cell phone policy. Phones must be left in the dorm rooms in a lock box provided in each students closet and could only be used after school hours and on weekends. He had me write down my five digit numerical lock box code. He explained there were no exceptions. Any students caught with a cell phone during school hours would have their phones confiscated. He pulled keys from his coat pocket and unlocked and opened a drawer in the credenza to his left. I looked and saw at least 20 cell phones in it. I told him I was clear on the policy.
By the time I left Mr Prescott's office
it was dinner time and I was starving I found the cafeteria and made my way to the back of the line. There was already a large number of students seated and eating. Tonights food looked good. I grabbed a glass of water and started to scan the room for a place to sit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ben stand up and point at a seat beside him. For some reason I had a bad feeling about him so I acted like I didn't see him and sat at a table a couple of rows over with my back to him. There were two boys already sitting there. ?You don't mind if I sit with you, right?? They shook their heads no. The smaller of the two, a red headed kid with lots of freckles, said ?no you're welcome to sit here. I introduced myself. The red headed boy said ?I'm Sam Cooper and this is my brother, Kevin, we're twins.? I could see the resemblance. Kevin's hair was more blonde than red. ?Fraternal twins,? Kevin said as he saw me looking at their differences. We chatted while eating. They seemed intelligent and a witty. Sam said, ?our dorm room is across the hall from yours. Have you met Angus Fleming yet?? ?Who?? I asked. Sam continued, ?Angus Fleming. He's your roommate. He's in detention and has to do chores in the stables. I think today is his last day.? Sam explained.
I was told that bells would ring at different times and how they were used to signal things like when we had to clear the cafeteria and head to our dorms We had free time and could hang out in the Rec room until the last bell rang at 8:00pm. That was about two hours away. The twins said I could meet some more boys there.
Sam and Kevin introduced me to several of the guys sitting on sofas watching TV. Ben was watching while the introductions were being made. He walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder like we were best friends. ?Save my introduction dorky twin one, I was the first to meet and greet Mr. Farris when he first arrived earlier today.? Ben's two friends were with him.
Sam cleared his throat and told Ben, ?good to know Ben. We certainly don't want to waste your time.? Kevin made a little sweeping motion with his hands as if he was shooing Ben away. This brought laughs from me as well as Kevin and the boys on the sofa. Ben's face turned a bright red, he clenched his fist and looked straight at me and hissed, ?listen new boy, you better not press your luck! Remember, I'm Head Boy and I know everything that happens here.? ?Good to know Ben, see you later.? I leaned in toward Ben just a little letting him know that I was not intimidated.
With that Ben harrumphed and turned and left with his friends. I turned back to Sam and Kevin, ?who does that guy think he is?? Kevin replied ?he thinks he runs everything but, you better be careful. Ben has the ear of Mr. Bell and can get you in trouble. He fabricates lies and everyone knows that he can't be trusted.?
?Who's Mr. Bell?? I hadn't heard of him yet. Sam said, he's Mr. Prescott's Assistant. He's a nightmare and sneaky just like Ben. Thank goodness, Mr. Prescott is really nice.?
The eight o'clock bell sounded and made our way to the stairs. I got up almost halfway and realized that I had left my academy folder on the back of the sofa downstairs. I yelled up to the twins, ?forgot something. I'll be up in a sec.?
I picked up my folder and headed back to the stairs. I stopped short because I saw Ben and his partners in crime They had stopped on the stairs halfway up to the second floor. They hadn't seen me so I stepped back behind a large plant. I could hear their conversation clearly.
Ben was talking to the others, ? Wanna have some fun?? I don't like this new guy, Josh. He thinks he's a little too good for us. Here's what we need to do. I heard he got into a bunch of trouble for stealing at his old school. Since he was just in Prescott's office today, he just got his lock box code. Around 5:00 am while everyone's still asleep, we go to Prescott's office and snatch all of the cell phones. Old man Hall told me where the spare key to that drawer is hidden. The codes for the lock boxes are in that drawer too. We sneak in, get the key, take the phones and get Farris' code. I'll put everything back. Then after Farris goes to breakfast, we put all of the cell phones in his lock box. When Prescott misses the cell phones, the first person he's going to think of is Farris because of his history. He'll get expelled and will be out of our lives.? The other boys were all in favor of Ben's plan. They hurried off to their rooms. I waited till they were out of sight and made my way to my room.
I lay in bed trying to think of some way to foil Ben's sinister plan. In just a few minutes the room door opened and there stood a tall, lanky guy. He walked over to the bed across from me and turned on a lamp. He hadn't seen me. I sat up and turned on lamp. ?What the hell?? He yelled apparently startled. ?Sorry, I'm Josh Farris your new roommate.? ?Dude, you scared the crap out of me!? He gave a little chuckle and sat down on the side of his bed. ?I'm Angus, Angus Fletcher.? ?Yeah Sam and Kevin told me you were working late in the stables.? I said shifting my weight onto my elbows as I sat up a little more against my pillows.
While Angus was putting on his pajamas I told him about Ben. I liked and trusted Angus right away. After we had gotten acquainted a little better, I told him about Ben's plan. Angus had a great idea.
?I know a great place outside of Prescott's office where we can see everything Ben and his stupid friends are doing. We can go around the back unseen. We can get there in the morning and hide before them. We leave in the morning, all dressed for our classes, beds made like we've left for breakfast in case they check. When we get to the office, you stand by the office window outside in a small space between a couple of bushes. You can't be seen. That's a perfect place to video using your cell phone. Ben can be seen through the window. I'll stand by the entrance in another little brushy spot and video all of them going into the office. Prescott's curtains are always open. We can see them leave, then we rush back the way we came. We stay hidden until they come out of our room. We then rush back to our room. You write a note that we can leave for Ben to find while I move all of the cell phones from your lock box into the bottom of Ben's closet.?
I don't understand what's the note is about,? I said a little confused.
Angus laughed and said, ?you know what Ben's favorite saying is, right?
He always says, do you wanna have some fun? We leave the note on Ben's table. Grab the cell phones, go to Prescott's office. I will watch where Ben gets the key. Since we don't have a key to the desk we leave all the cell phones in Mr. Bell's desk chair in the outer office. We put the key back and go to class.? Angus finished.
?Wow, how did you come up with this stuff? It's incredible and I'm all in! That's a great plan Angus but I don't want to get you involved. You're just finishing one detention. You sure don't need another,? I didn't want to out Angus at risk.
?No way, i want to help. That creep, Ben, is the one that got me in trouble in the first place. He always causes trouble or is bullying other kids.? Angus replied with a note of finality.
?Ok, if you're sure. Let's get some sleep. We need to be ready by 5:30 in the morning.? I told Angus goodnight, turned off my lamp and miraculously fell right to sleep.
The alarm went off in what seemed like a few minutes. Angus was already up and dressed. He was making his bed. ?Good morning.? I nodded my head as an answer, yawned, rubbed my eyes and stood up. I grabbed my clothes and quickly got ready, then made my bed. I grabbed my cell phone and we left to quietly followed Angus' plan.
It wasn't but about 10 minutes when the three stooges showed up. It took them only a few minutes to get inside of the office. Ben is not the smartest guy because he turned on the lamp on Mr. Prescott's desk. I had to laugh at that. I was already videoing and could see them quite clearly thanks to Ben. It only took them about five minutes to finish up. They headed out the door. I waited a few minutes then stepped out to find Angus.
?Perfect!? Angus said as we took the back way to our building. We hid at the back stairwell entrance until we saw Ben and company leave my room. They were laughing and pushing each other apparently quite pleased with each other.
Angus retrieved the cell phones and went to Ben's room. He was back shortly. He watched from the door as I placed the note on Ben's table. Angus and I hurried down the back steps then walked casually to Dipple Hall and into the classroom for our first class.
Sam and Kevin looked at us but I put my index finger to my lips and mouthed ?later.? They nodded and I was anxious for the day to play out.
As we were heading for our noon meal, Ben's name was called out over the loud speaker and he was told to report to the Head Masters office. The color drained from Ben's face. Angus and I glanced at each other and gave each other a slight grin. Ben was absent from classes the rest of the day.
Angus, the twins and I were seated having our dinner when Ben came in and headed straight to our table. ?Hey there Ben. Have a seat.? I invited him cordially. He sat and he leaned over and angrily spat out, ? I know you did this to me, Farris.?
Angus and I had just shared our early morning adventure with the twins. Sam looked at Kevin and said, ?we promised to call mother tonight so we need to go.? As they were leaving, Angus just quietly got up and left the table too. Now it's just me and angry Ben.
?Ben, I take it you had a nice talk with Mr. Prescott.? ?You know I did. He found all of the cell phones in my closet. I also found you're note. You think you're pretty smart. I told Prescott that I was framed and that someone else put those phones in there. He asked me who would do that and I almost told him but decided to take this up with you personally. Mr. Hall backed me up and assured Prescott that I had a perfect record. Prescott didn't believe me but agreed to investigate further.?
?Good boy, Ben! Now here's what you're going to do next. ? He looked quite shocked but let me continue.
I have a video that I made of you and your buddies in Mr. Prescott's office this morning. I pulled out my phone and showed him. He was speechless. I thought he might cry. From now on Benno, you will not mess with me or my friends and you will no longer bully any of the kids.?
?What? he asked surprised. ?You heard me. Do we have a deal? I asked in my sweetest voice.
?Yes, I guess so but??. I cut him off
?No buts!? I spoke in a firm voice as I stood up to leave. Ben stayed seated and just looked at me with his jaw dropped. I turned back to him as I was walking away. ?Hey Ben!? He glanced at me, ?what?? he asked softly.
Do ya wanna have some fun?
?Do wanna do something fun?? Kasey says, hauling my suitcase onto the back seat of her coupe.
Mum's smiling and clutching Dad's arm; he's shaking his head and pointing at his watch.
?Do you have anything in mind?? I say, waving them goodbye one last time.
?Let's take the scenic route,? she says, gunning the motor.
I pull the door closed and we're off
#
Kasey and I go way back. We met on our first day at junior school and both went to Rosemary Wood High together. She was the big girl who was great at soccer, and I was the brainy one with pigtails and thick spectacles. We hit it off on day one. They called us the dynamic duo. No one could figure us out. On paper, we had nothing in common. But, you know what? It kinda worked.
?Do wanna do something fun?? is the phrase they'll chisel on her tombstone. God forbid.
It's not that we meant any harm; we just wanted people to smile and forget their problems. Life can be so serious, can't it? Kasey would wind me up and I'd get so embarrassed, but I loved it. I didn't encourage her to lark about, but I should have done more to discourage her. I just thought it was harmless fun and went along with it, nonetheless. They called me Kasey's sidekick, however, I wasn't the fall guy. Nobody could believe I was involved, and I always avoided the flack. They said I looked half asleep, but really I was wide awake. I was like Macavity, the mystery cat; no, they didn't call me the hidden paw. However, I never caused any trouble, and I was never there.
Kasey's final practical joke at the Rosemary Wood High set about an infestation that I understand plagues the school to this day. At the time, I admit I thought it was a hilarious idea to sneak the little creatures into the science class. I even agreed to provide the box and some cheese, thinking Kasey wouldn't do it for real. Kasey said she could provide the mice, which she carried to class in her shoulder bag. On the day I got concerned at the prospect of an escape. Kasey cocked her head to one side and squinted her mouth into a smile.
?Are you trying to give me ideas, or what??
?No, no, no, no, no, no, Kasey,? I said, covering my mouth in horror.
Our English teacher ?Jumbo Watson' was an old lady with a nervous disposition and a sharp tongue who always patronised Kasey. We sat at the back of her class, which gave me a chance to help my friend when Jumbo gave us spelling tests. I enjoyed English and often wrote up Kasey's homework for her. I guess in the long run I wasn't doing her any favours. It was just easier that way.
The week before the mice incident, Mrs Watson had asked us all to bring something from home that no one would recognise. I'd brought an old Elvis Presley vinyl ?78' and a little ?Dansette' record player that belonged to my mother. Kasey had brought in her father's old fishing rod, complete with hooks and floats.
The old music machine created quite a stir. When I showed them how it worked, my classmates were slack jawed in amazement. They cheered and after six repeat plays, they were singing along to the lyrics. Everyone loved ?King Creole'; especially the line about ?jumping like a catfish on a pole.?
?But, it sounds all scratchy,? said Billy Bingham, ?And there's only one tune on it.?
?There's another on the other side,? said Kasey. ?Yeah! He's gone, gone, gone. He's hip shaking King Creole!? She loved the old school rock-and-roll music and jumped up onto her desk. We all clapped along to the rhythm and she brandished the fishing rod about as if she was wrestling with a mighty river monster; until Mrs Watson arrived.
?Kasey!? she squawked. ?Down from there, right now!?
?Aw, Mrs Watson,? she said, ?I was just having some fun.?
?Young ladies, don't behave like that---?
?But, but, but---?
?No buts, young lady,? she said, fuming. ?You need to explain yourself to the head teacher.?
#
In retrospect, the mice weren't such a big deal. Mrs Watson objected to Kasey, period, and made her life difficult. Kasey meant no harm. It was just unfortunate that Mrs Watson had a heart problem and an extreme aversion to rodents. She didn't like pupils much, but mice were another matter. After they took Mrs Watson to hospital, we were told that she was on heavy medication. The head teacher, Mr Cockburne, told us in school assembly that Mrs Watson wouldn't be returning and we were to expect a supply teacher.
#
Mr Cockburne had words with Kasey prior to her first exclusion. He'd said that Kasey had made Mrs Watson's life a misery. It surprised me when Kasey told me this. Quite honestly, I thought it was the other way round. Mrs Watson often made Kasey stand up and read passages from our reading book. Kasey struggled to read out loud, and we all knew it. It was Kasey's Achilles heal, if you will. The more Kasey stammered out the words, the more Mrs Watson pushed her to continue. She asked Kasey to explain the vocabulary and the story's thematic structure. It was painful to watch, and she reprimanded me if I whispered the answer or tried to come to Kasey's aid. We got through it together, although Mrs Watson didn't make any friends in our class.
#
On the day of the mice incident, we all knew what was going down. You could hear a pin drop when Mrs Watson entered the room. We all stood up behind our desks and greeted her.
?Good morning, Mrs Watson.? We said together in chorus.
?Morning, class.?
She narrowed her eyes, and we all returned to our seats. Mrs Watson outlined today's lesson and asked us to turn to page seventy-one for ten minutes of silent reading. All our heads dropped in unison and we opened our books to page seventy-one. A wave of restrained sniggers rippled around the room like a gentle summer tide lapping on a beach. Mrs Watson observed us all with snakelike eyes. Nobody dared catch her eye.
?Kasey,? she said, ?I'd like you to read the first paragraph please.?
?I thought you said that we were---?
?Out of your chair, young lady. Now!?
Kasey stood up and the cardboard box slid from her lap. She clutched the text book in front of her face to disguise her smirk. A second wave of giggles cascaded around the room as the box clunked on the floor. With one eye on the container, Kasey attempted the first line.
?When, when shall we,? she stammered, ?Shall we three meet again??
There were more restrained guffaws as the lid flipped upward.
?In thunder, lightning, or in rain?? Kasey bit her lip as another curious white snout emerged. Everyone was now sneaking glimpses of the box on the floor. I bit my lip and hid behind my book as two more sets of quivering whiskers popped into view.
?Quiet class!? Mrs Watson focussed her gaze. ?You're struggling to contain yourself, Kasey.?
?I can continue, Mrs Watson.? I said, holding Kasey's arm. ?When the hurlyburly's done---?
?Young lady! That won't be necessary?
?Kasey, please continue,?
?When the battle's lost.? Kasey nudged the box with her scratched old sandals. ?Lost and won.? Three more faces appeared. None of our classmates could hold back now. They exploded like firecrackers as all the mice ran amuck.
In the head teacher's office, we had to explain ourselves. I took the blame, but Mr Cockburne didn't believe a word of it. ?I admire your loyalty,? he said. ?But your friend is to blame.?
?It was my idea, Sir.? I said. ?I can explain everything, we just meant to---?
?Please return to class,? he said, clicking to knuckles. ?I need to speak to Kasey alone.?
Kasey was no longer welcome at the school and he sent a letter to her father. He wasn't surprised by Kasey's behaviour. ?She's a baddun like her mother and no mistaking.? He'd tried his best with his daughter, but without out a mother's touch he'd resorted to a thick leather strap. That night was no exception.
#
They excluded Kasey from school and sent her to a ?special' educational establishment called Wendall's Academy for Young Ladies. It was a weekday boarding school set in the depths of the countryside; the pupils called it ?Hogwarts for Hooligans'. However, despite the comparison, there were no witches and wizards and education was a euphemism for ?do as you're told, or else'.
It was debatable what Kasey learned there, but it didn't improve her grades much. Her life had become a series of detours and endless escapades. After the age of fifteen, we only got to meet up at the weekends. I'd have all week to concentrate on my studies and Dad allowed me out to play on Saturdays and Sundays.
#
Kasey developed a hard face during those years at Wendall's Academy. She went in as a mischief-maker and finished up as a street-wise prankster. She learned all sorts of stunts and refined her skill set in the most unexpected ways. Kasey turned up at my home one Saturday in a customised muscle car. I couldn't believe what I was seeing It looked like a cruiser and flew as fast as a rocket. There was something strange about the ignition. Kasey had to touch two wires together under the steering wheel. I was wet behind the ears in those days. I didn't realise she'd developed a knack for hot-wiring vehicles. Nothing on the road was secure when Kasey was around.
#
We liked to watch movies at the cinema together and afterwards we'd chill out by the lake and count the stars. She offered me cigarettes and slugs of liquor. I'd have a sip and cough, and she'd punch my arm and laugh out loud. I had my head in a pile of books most of the week. She was pulling stunts and hustling to get by. I don't know why she put up with me; I was so naïve. Maybe that was why she liked me? I reminded her of what she'd missed out on; a simple world with sensible goals. Kasey could relax with me because I wanted nothing from her. She could be honest with me and had nothing to prove and less to hide. I was tipping my toe in an alien world and I was both scared and excited, in equal measure. I knew that I could walk away from Kasey any time I chose to. I was sure I could walk away from her, but for now it was fine; I could handle it.
I often wondered how Mrs Watson would've viewed our relationship, but I guessed I'd never find out. My parents told me she'd retired to a farm in the middle of nowhere. By all accounts, she was enjoying the benefits of a child free existence; managing better behaved livestock and growing her own crops.
It was a remote possibility that we'd run into Mrs Watson or even see her again.
It was unlikely that we'd sit next to her watching a movie or find her counting the stars with the students who'd caused her career to collapse.
#
Kasey offered to drive me to the airport and I couldn't refuse. My Dad was unhappy about it but knew better than to get between us. Mum was worried but helped me pack for College. She'd experience as a student and wanted to give me last minute advice. It was my first time living by myself and I was nervous. On the day, Kasey showed up in style. Her red coupe was legit. She'd got involved in business. It had all happened over night and she was making money.
#
I looked out of the car window to see my father put his arm around Mum's shoulder. I buckled up and adjusted my seat as Kasey floored the accelerator and we roared down the dusty road.
?I don't why you're worried,? Kasey said. ?I've been looking after my self since high school.?
?Well,? I said, pursing my lips. ?It's a big step for me.?
?Hey, kiddo,? she said, showing her killer dimples. ?We could always get a place together.?
?I'm no good at housework and my cooking's not great, Kasey.?
?I'd stay at home and you'd be the big shot lawyer, you know??
?A law degree doesn't happen over night.?
We reached the highway and stopped at the junction.
?Airport left or scenic route right??
It wasn't a question. Kasey had decided. We turned right. I knew I couldn't argue, but my smile faded as we increased our speed. We passed sixty-five miles per hour at the sign that gave a limit of fifty. A police car passed us on the opposite side of the road and Kasey smirked and pressed down hard with her right foot.
We never saw the queue in front of us until it was too late. The scenic route contained a suspension bridge on the outskirts of town. It was an area known for its small farms and was sparsely populated. There had been an accident, and we were on course for a long wait behind stationary traffic.
?Damn, farmers.? Kasey said, cursing under her breath.
I checked my watch. I'd allowed a little extra time, but nonetheless, I had cause to worry.
?Yeah, yeah, don't tell me kiddo,? she said, checking the rear-view mirror. ?Damn it.?
Blue flashing lights and a guilty conscience aren't a fortunate combination. Kasey bumped off the tarmac and weaved her way along the inside track, passing all the cars waiting in line.
?We agreed on the scenic route, right??
?Well, I don't think we discussed---?
?Let's do it, then.?
We bumped along and turned off down a rough dirt track. The police lights ceased to be a problem, but only because the clouds of grit and dust we were kicking hid them from view. This was the scenic route without question, and the weather was changing by the minute. The sky darkened to the colour of a washed slate as Kasey ground her axles and crashed over potholes. We forced our way forward when the skies dropped their hefty burden; raindrops like golf balls tumbled down. Visibility was down to zero.
It was thirty minutes after we crashed into the tractor before the emergency services found us. They had to use a chain saw to get to Kasey's body from the wreckage. I recognised the other driver straight away when she hobbled up towards me. She was in tears and couldn't bear to look me in the eye. We'd ruined her first career, and this was probably going to set her back years.
The End
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