Being a manipulative little bastard...
I'm not proud of this - I was a manipulative little bastard when I was younger.

At school I'd quickly learned that if you were a goody two-shoes for the first couple of weeks with any new teacher, that first impression stuck and you could get away with murder for the rest of the year. Thus, I managed to get through pretty much all of school without a single detention.

The one threat to my record came in year six, at the hands of a sneaky little kid in my class, the sort whose catchphrase was "I'm telling miss", with the holier-than-thou attitude to go with it.

My friend and I were sharing a packet of Polos at the back of class. We'd been caught doing this before, and warned that the next time it happened we'd end up in detention. Sneaky Kid was sitting in front of us.

"I can smell mints. You're eating in class! I'm telling miss!" he gloated quietly. We gave him that "you utter bastard" glare.

As it happened, the teacher had to dash off pretty quickly at the end of the lesson so he didn't have a chance to tell on us then, so swore he'd do it after lunch. At this point I decided to take matters into my own hands, went and found the teacher in the canteen and told her that this boy was making stories up against me.

Next, I went home, where my mum was quite surprised to find me turning up at half past one. I made out to her that I was being bullied by this boy. She (of course) marched straight up to the school and made a fuss, and the next day Sneaky Kid was made to apologise to me. And no detention for me - double result!

I haven't seen him since I left that school, but there's still a twinge of guilt in the back of my mind about the whole affair. Still, those Polos were very nice, and he never tried to sneak on me again.
(moogal has eggs, Sat 16 May 2009, 13:13, Reply)