Heh...
Hm...
One day while I was at school, tossing a ball back and forth among my friends during extra time in my lunch-break and the ball went under the bleachers. There were very few other balls that were not in use, since there were many times more children than there were balls, so I was determined to get it back. Without telling my friends, I tried to get into the small space to which the ball had disappeared. It was a tough fit, but I managed to cram myself in there somehow. Then, I triumphantly got the ball and tossed it out before beginning the difficult task of escaping.
I stuck my arms out awkwardly, and flailed about a bit to get my shoulders passed. Then is when it started to become really difficult. A small sound similar to a moan made in exasperated frustration came from me as I squirmed a little. I realized I was going to have to try harder to get out.
My feet pressed against the floor, and my hands firm on the bench to either side of me, I shoved viciously, and writhed about in my place of captivity. It was a little painful, seeing as wood is just not a comfortable thing to get stuck in.
I got to my waist, and freedom seemed just reachable... and then, as I tried a few more lively attempts at releasing myself from the hungry maw of the bleachers, it dawned on me that I wasn't getting anywhere.
My friends had then noted my predicament, and came to my aid. Sadly, we agreed, there was no way out other than force, unless we got someone to come and pull out the bleachers. I was reluctant to accept that sort of attention, seeing as how it would bring more than too many people I did not know to watch me. So force it was. I'm still not sure whether I should have regretted that choice...
I thrashed about a bit before drawing a crowd. I looked up feebly at all my peers... I felt like the animal with it's leg caught in the trap, looking up at the hunter as he neared with his rifle.
As if that wasn't bad enough, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the principle coming to the scene. It was like hearing the
*chink* of the rifle as the hunter prepared for a shot. Then, to avoid looking down the barrel of the ominous weapon, I secreted a hopeful glance to my friends.
They were conspiring.
Too late, though, for the principle soon towered over the crowd, and me.
"Aw darn..."He insisted on watching the seen, as well. He didn't even bother shooing away the crowd... and now I wonder if he was just as amused as the students... must've gotten a kick out of watching my friend's plan unravel. It was a rather simple plan, and I think that they were simply conversing about the comical moment, during the otherwise quite boring school day, considering how long it took them to come about their actions.
A friend or so griping one of my hands, I was to give a shove with my legs while they tried to drag me out. Easy, right? Define easy...
I kick and thrashed for a moment, and felt it as my friends tried to pull me out. I'm not sure how aware of how close they were to pulling me apart, instead...
A couple of tries earned me my freedom, and the strange feeling that I had been tied to two horses galloping in different directions.
Later:
I had not even realized I was rambling...
Oops...
Well, endure reding at your own risk of loss of sanity... and if you already read it, to get to hear, which you likely did, I apologize.
Pionts!?!
I didn't try to hard, that time! I just... well... blabbed.