Balmoral Junior High School - Crimson Green and White Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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28 . LITERARY HOLIDaY TURQUOISE WALLS ' Here I am, suppressed between the Holiday Turquoise f alls of confinement the walls which a week ago had a cap- ' -Lvating effect, but are now a prison cell. Where, you may ask, am I, and how did I happen to get there? My story begins . , It waB the, night of .august ninth. I was - confined to my room. The record player was playing - , and my thoughts were wrapped up in a marvellous myst¬ ery when a slight,, but solid-knock was heard ' at my window. ”AhJ Company at last,” was my first thought, and f.or a ch ange my thoughts seemed to be working with me. My faithful friend, who was also, the sneakiest thing on two feet, had heard of ' my unfair confinement- which resulted in a plan of escape. The night was young and her escape plan was almost at once put into action. The outside window was. the first obstacle my accomplise had to cope with, but being - very slight, It was removed as quickly as possible and section B of operation , If Mom finds out, guess what? was proceeded with. The inside window, and the last, was my department. Slowly the hock was removed and the window lowered. While slipping out through the window, my left foot most unwillingly did not want to join the party. During the mute argument between left foot and myself, left gave a vicious kick which almost spoiled our plan, iifter waiting breathlessly for five seconds and after hearing no noise from within, we contin¬ ued. My left foot consented to come, the windows were replaced and we were off for an evening of fun. During the hours that followed the neighbourhood was slowly being demol¬ ished. Gardens were raided, people answered doorbells, only to find no one there, and juicy crabapples kept disappearing off the trees. While enjoying some of our loot, my friend, glancing at her watch, stated that we should depart and proceed with the last and most difficult part of the plan. As we neared my home, all chatter and munching ceased and footsteps became as light as those of a cat. We- were about to open the window when my friend was called home. - I was left alone to finish the plan. I reached the latch, of the window, pulled and opened it. My fingers reached the inside window when my hand froze. Something was wrong]; Oh no] the window was locked] My secret escape was no longer a secret; Somehow my parents had discovered my escape] Desperately I tried to undo all reachable windows, but had no success. I was done - for. Slowly I walked to the back door; this had to be open, but alas, it was not. So, very reluctantly and very scared, I gave a light tap on the door. In more than a few seconds the door opened and there stood my father. Come in,” was the more than usual soft tone of his voice, Come in and tell your mother and me all about your evening.” And so I told my story, which of course was rewarded by a few lectures from my father; one, I might say, was not given orally. Here my story ends. My punishment aside from that which I have already stated; was confinement for a week, no allowance, and locked windows. Here I sit; suppressed between the four Holiday Turquoise walls, the walls which a week ago were captivating, but are now as a prison cell. Carol Cook 9-3 There was an old man from Indiana Who bought a large tube of Ipana He opened the tube And oh what a boob He used it to clean his plana] Larry Billings 7-15