Afternoon Raid on Nishi Chu (that's my school)

The raiding party came in the cold light of late afternoon. Most of us were semi-asleep at our desks when the clamour of voices shattered the calm. Our vice principal rushed into the hall to investigate; in a few minutes he returned and addressed us in as stentorian a tone as he could muster: "Some students from South NagahamaMiddle School are in our school. I don't know where they are or what they're doing, but let's all pull together now and solve this problem." He sounded worried but determined. These were bad kids. Kids whose attendance records read like rap sheets, and who seldom scored above 50 percent in aptitude tests. Clearly, they were a force to be reckoned with. Kyoto Sensei (vp) and Muratta Sensei, the perennially sleepy blunderer of English class, located and neutralized the threat with aplomb, I am sure. Peeking through the hall window with Nick - who had narrated the call to arms for my ignorant ears - I saw the two teachers guarding our gravel driveway, and three or four middle school students milling about on the sidewalk sheepishly.

Once calm had returned to the temple of learning, I returned to watching downloaded tv on my laptop.