When we were second year high school, during study period, it was the time when we started collecting FHM’s and other stuffs. One of my classmates, Mr. Franzuela, has a unique collection which our school would not tolerate. But of course, he was good in hiding things which we, his classmates do not even know. We just came in a surprise when the time comes to reveal what he was hiding.
It was late at night before our study period ends when he revealed some of his collections a playboy mag. Of course, he passed it all to the class for us to see and read. I didn’t mind the thing of course for I was busy reading my FHM. Then I heard some footsteps approaching on our classroom. I know it was our prefect of discipline. I remain silent.
Not hearing the footstep that was coming, Mr. Capito, Mr. Caandoy, Mr. Contado, Mr. Abella, and of course, Mr. Franzuela were busy reading the said stuff. They were reading it aloud so that all of us could hear what they were reading. Our prefect of discipline on the other hand use the back door of the classroom to enter our study room, which is the second year classroom then, that’s why we were not able to notice his arrival.
“Silence please!” shouted our class beadle Mr. Quinto. “Magnum Silentium!”
But still some would continue making noise.
Our prefect of discipline stood at the back of us just looking what was happening around why everyone would ignore our beadle. Then one thing caught his attention, the thing that the five people were reading. He approached Mr. Franzuela, stood at his back without a noise, look at the thing Mr. Franzuela was reading without Mr. Franzuela noticing it while the other classmates begun to silence for they saw our prefect at the back of us.
“What’s that?” asked our prefect.
Mr. Franzuela didn’t mind our prefect but share and give space on the side of his chair to be seated upon. He does not know it was our prefect.
“Here, seat and read!” complain Mr. Franzuela for he didn’t want to be disturbed.
Then all of us laugh for what we heard. Then Mr. Franzuela noticed it was the prefect of discipline. He turned pale and can’t say a word. Our prefect was standing still. Then he called the attention of the other four people who were reading the same stuff.
“See you on my office after night praise!” our prefect said calmly.
All of remain silent for we do not know what consequences awaits for the five people or maybe for the whole class. The bell rang for night praise. The five people, whom we called “porno boys” of our batch, were preparing what to say. Then the night was over, we hadn’t heard a word from them.
The next day, after recreation time, our school was cleaned. Then we have known that this was the result of being a porno boys, transformed to being “industrious????!” ha, ha.
Months and days passed, I never noticed any same did again. But guess what? Someone entered the computer lab through the window to watch videos. And what kind of video was that? See you next story . . . ha, ha!
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