To start with , i have been rained on like a rabid dog,(how?) well i was at the car wash trying to have them clean my Harrier, well i found the folks were half way done so i decided to take a walk around safari park, of late i have developed an inkling for Safari parks Mushkaki.....well you might think am kidding...which i am anyway... so i had gone for my first suspension...the Asshole i had committed the crime with decided to own up and i ended up going home alone...( later i was to learn not to trust thin people) well upon arrival at home i found my mum, naturally she gave me some food and demanded to know why i had come home yet my fees had been taken care of... i lied that i had a bad tooth that needed attention...she offered me some cold tea which i gulped down ravenously...she realized that the tooth thing was a lie.. she demanded that i confess my crime if i still wanted to be in school , otherwise id join the other folks in the village in picking tea(i never loved picking tea) Well my dad arrived home from work, he ignored me and i was scared..i made to pass by the sitting room but it was like i had become transparent...the old bloke totally ignored...but he noticed me when i made to pick his phone ...he flew of ,the handle...in a short second, he was on my neck! kicking me mercilessly and telling me how i had disgraced him...my mum just looked at me..the deputy head had apparently called my dad and told him what i had done (and of course he had exaggerated) when my mother thought that the beating was enough, she ,begged my dad to release my neck...which he did gladly (i guess he must have tired out) well to date i have always respected my dad, hes not the person you go around with (well if you value your life) well after two weeks which were the worst in my life, since my mum would ignore me...she would cook some real nice food, serve my dad and herself and leave the rest ... that hurt like hell...they would laugh behind my back and stop laughing while i turned...make snide remarks of how some people they knew would eat too much yet they had worked not... so at the end of the two weeks i was dying to go back to school, that morning i wore my uniform and left with my mum, my mum wouldnt even look at me... when we got to school we found the disciplinary commitee ready, armed with canes,whips..bunsen burner pipes...broom sticks..well in this particular school, the deputy and his six henchmen believed that the only way to right a wrong was by beating a student senseless..(well we never minded the beating anyway) i would be beaten without wincing and flinching (to prove how much macho i was) well at around noon .The trial of Tonny officially began... continiues on The Tales Of Tonny Tommorrow. Tonies Diaries.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 18:06:38 +0000
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