Shot, in class, with my own gun.
We were having German lessons, and I discovered that a friend of mine had been through my pencil-case, and had stolen my .22 calibre gun.
OK, perhaps a bit of explaining is needed: I made a single shot gun, out of a piece of steel-pipe with threads in one end, the pipe was about 6-7 cm long. The inside of the pipe was roughly the right size to push a .22 round into. The .22 ammo was stolen from various sources and some of it bought through people who had a licence. So: Insert round into threaded end of pipe, screw the pipe-end into a signal-pen. A signal-pen is a device for sending up signal-flares with. You buy one pen, and several refils, you were supposed to have one of these if you go hiking, or have a boat and stuff like that. Why I had my signal-pen/gun in my pencil-case is lost to me, probably was planning to go practicing with some mates after school. Because it was loaded, I had wisely UNSCREWED the barrel a little, so it wouldn't go off if it got dropped or anything. So my mate had found it, and was pointing it around the room, clicking the mechanism. I froze, whispered (I was at the back, by the windows, I had my mate Eric in front of me, and the guy with the gun in front of him) at him:" hey!!!!! Itsssss loadedddd!!!!" He whispers back "No, it isn't"
I took that to mean, he had removed the cartridge. What it really meant, was that he din't believe I would carry a loaded gun in my pencil-case. I had a paper-cup full of hot chocolate, and leant back against the wall to watch him. He pointed the gun at the teacher and whispered:"and YOU'RE dead 'click!'" Then he pointed it at me "your dead 'click!'" Then he took careful aim, and blew the cup of hot chocloate out of my hand. (I had loaded with 22. long-rifle hollowpoint) He stared at me, and at the hole in the wall, and started shaking, the gun just dropped out of his hand, he was basically in shock. I was pretty shaken up myself, but not like him. The rest of the class jumped about a foot straight up, and looked over at us. I was covered in (very) hot chocolate. Finally our German teacher lowers his newspaper and says "Put that toy AWAY!" and raises his newspaper again, carries on reading. And that was the end of it.
(Lump, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 13:39, Reply)