Hi friend this is a real story in my life. (the story is re-arrange with chat gpt)
DVD - Part 01
Once upon a time, back in the glorious days of my sixth-grade adventure, I embarked on a daring mission that involved a DVD (CD) at my school. Now, let me clarify one thing right off the bat: it wasn't a blue film, just a good old-fashioned cartoon CD featuring the wild and wacky Marsupilami. Ah, those were the days!
You see, at our school (and probably at most schools in Sri Lanka), bringing a DVD without permission was strictly verboten. But yours truly, being the maverick that I was, dared to challenge this rule. I was new to the school, but I had insider knowledge—I had borrowed the CD from my best friend (who was my best friend at the time, mind you) just the week before.
Bringing that DVD to school was like walking on the edge of a precipice. The prefects, oh boy, they were like hawks. They would pounce on any opportunity to rummage through our bags when we entered the school premises, and there I was, a mere sixth-grader.
So, you can imagine the magnitude of this mission. It was a monumental task that required careful planning and ninja-like skills. Now, usually, I would wake up at the crack of dawn, around 6:00 a.m., and make my grand entrance at school around 7:10 a.m. But that day, my friends, I deliberately delayed my arrival to a fashionably late 7:25 a.m.
Why, you ask? Well, because it was DVD-bringing day, my friend! The stakes were high, and I needed to buy myself some time. As luck would have it, Mondays were assembly days, which meant the prefects would scurry off to arrange the grand gathering at 7:20 a.m. (On other days, they would loiter around until 7:35 a.m. for some reason. Prefects and their mysterious ways!)
Naturally, this perfectly timed assembly routine was my ticket to delay and distraction. Alas, fate played a prank on me that day. To my surprise, the morning assembly was abruptly canceled, and I was left scratching my head, wondering why the universe seemed to conspire against me.
As I disembarked from the bus, my heart skipped a beat. There they were, the dreaded prefects, stationed near the school gate, diligently inspecting bags like Sherlock Holmes on a case. Panic seized my little adventurous soul. There I was, with a contraband DVD tucked away in my bag, silently asking myself, "What on earth should I do?"
-Written by nadun adm.
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