by: Phill McGuinness

Characters:

Glen, and John (in car on oval)

Sarah, Travis, Renton, and Surfie (on roof)

Abbs, Mikey, Chris (trash school)

Lisa

Darkness clung like a veil upon the group of teens standing around a car behind a basic brick clubhouse. A red neon glow bathed the dark football ground beside the pokies venue.

Inside the dark blue Commodore, Glen sat in the driver’s seat hugging a beer, taking sips every now and again in between the laughter surrounding the car. John was in the passenger seat to his left, with his back turned to Glen, and feet firmly planted on the loose gravel. Both occupants sat quietly drinking their beers and listening to the conversation outside.

"Now everyone knows what they have to do?" asked Sarah in a serious tone.

"Yeah, I’m gunna smash the fucker of a place up," replied Mikey excitedly, driving a fist into an open palm.

"Get fucked Mikey, I’m gunna fuck the joint up," Abbs retorted.

"Shut up you smelly Egyptian prick, all three of us are gunna fuck the joint up." Chris interjected.

Abbs roared into laughter, followed by the others.

"Yeah and while you three do that, me, Renton, Travis, and Surfie are gunna do the roof, and you two are rippin’ up the oval." Sarah said pointing inside the open door.

Travis lifted his chin and changed the subject, "Hey, I wouldn’t mind being the security guard Lisa is going to distract." All the boys roared into laughter together before being stopped by a sour scowl from Sarah.

Lisa emerged from the darkness of the bridge into a murky yellow glow. A light mist, bathed in dirty yellow obscured the school as she slowly staggered towards the southern entrance. Lisa stumbled on an imaginary rock and exaggerated her drunken fall near the gate, before laughing hysterically to herself. Long black hair jerked across her face which were buried in her hands that muffled the giggles. Ripples of laughter shook her body and she sat up on her knees. Peeking through her charade she noticed a security guard walking towards her.

"Only a dirty fucken slut like her would do something like that."

"Hey ease up a bit, what about," Renton paused, leaning his head against the small dark brown bottle. "Yeah that’s it, that blonde chick. What’s her name? Yeah that’s it, * *" He paused again, laughing momentarily at the returning memory. "She blew about 30 guys in a row in the park near John’s house after the cops arrived," he finished laughing hysterically before wiping his eyes dry.

"Well she is a dirty fucken slut as well, I fucken hate her, I can’t believe you brought that up Renton. She ruined my good black jacket the clumsy bitch. It still stinks of friggen beer."

"Get fucked Sarah, okay every chick who sucks or fucks, except for you, is a slut."

"Well at least you know it," winked Sarah before finished off her beer and looked at her watch, "Okay boys lets go." She leaned into the car, brushing John’s face with her shoulder length brown hair. "I s’pose your going to wait here a bit eh." Glen nodded. "Well I’ll see you soon," Sarah finished before turning around and picking up her bag, looking at everyone else, ready to leave.

The boys all wave and say goodbye simultaneously before walking off with Sarah.

"Lets spark this joint." Says Glen with a mischievous grin.

-Start at Cross Keys oval. Everyone is having a final beer.

-Running through final plans

-Talk about Lisa’s task with a few sniggers

-Everyone walks of up the wide concrete driveway running along behind the Chinese restaurant and hardware store.

-Glen and John stay behind and start to have another beer each.

-Lisa is flirting with the security. She is no where near pissed but acting off her face. The guard turns sideways laughing and slips his hand onto his radio and flicks a switch down. She is very good looking and had a couple of beers. He suggests they go into the school and find some place warm and quiet. Lisa says how about the principals office, and the guard’s smile goes from ear to ear.

-Glen and John spark up a joint just after taking off.

-John and Glen turn into the service road and get out. Glen takes the last drag and squashes into the hard dirt. Glen tells John to get out the bolt-cutters and cut a section out of the fence while he puts the chains onto the wheels of the car.

-Travis runs across the train tracks and up to the fence to cut a section out with a pair of small bolt-cutters.

-Mikey and Chris run across the tracks and through the fence. They sprint across the 20 metre grass stretch to the dark blue building wall, They run along the wall and around the corner, and out of view of Travis.

-Glen brings the car onto the oval and starts ripping it up. After getting used to the chains he gets a few perfect doughnuts going and asks for a beer.

-As soon as Travis loses sight of Mikey and Chris he calls Sarah Renton and Surfie over. They one by one run through the fence and up onto the roof via a jet black dust extractor coming out of the wood work room which acted as a ladder and camouflage for any meandering guards.

"Okay Renton start doing the outlines and we’ll fill them in after you’ve done each one." Sarah orders.

"Yeah alright, but youse better not fuck up my shit by goin’ over the lines like a bunch of grade preps."

"How fucken long are you taking on this lock man? I coulda opened it with my fucken dick by now you friggen spastic." Mikey hissed under his breath at Chris who was fiddling with the graphics room lock.

"Sweeet." Chris creaks as he slides the door partly open. They close the door quietly behind them and walk over to a door at the back of the room.

"I still can’t believe they have the same weak ass lock on this door," Mikey sniggers. He opens the lock in about 5 seconds and gives Chris a smart arse comment.

"and soon we’ll have no more security cameras, lucky it’s only a local loop, cheap pricks."

-Abbs runs up to his coordinators office wall and sprays, "Drew Happy wants to fuck all his year 12 girls."

-Lisa takes the guards pants down couch. She looks at the door which is ajar.

-Chris and Mikey are sneaking around the shadows checking for unlocked doors. They notice the slight hiss of a portable radio turned up to loud. Every now and again a soft muffled voice would float over the noise. They scan the area and see nothing. Mikey sneaks up to the corner of the solid brick building, and takes a quick peek round the corner, he turns back around with a huge smile on his face.

They pull back and Mikey whispers, "Okay we’ve got him, the lazy prick is sitting down on our chairs, with his back turned." Mikey struggles to contain himself in his excitement.

-A soft moan escaped the door and slipped down the corridor.

-Mikey comes round from behind and king hits him in the temple, as his head is slumping to the left Chris kicks him in the mouth, knocking a few teeth out. They both kick him around the ground. The final kick Mikey runs up and boots him in the face causing the guard to lift off the ground and move a couple of metres. They then pull out a big roll of grey gaffa tape, tape up is ankles, his wrists, and his mouth.

-Mikey searches the guards body for his set of keys. He has none.

He exclaims, "I really can’t believe this tight arse school, one set of keys for two guards, what a fucken joke."

-Glen is still doing doughnuts.

-"Okay, we’ve filled in the ‘F’, lets start on the ‘U’"

-Chris and Mikey keep looking for the unlocked door, and find it.

-Lisa is sucking the guards dick while he is standing up, she is sitting on the couch. The door creaks, he looks over, shakes his head and then returns his attention to Lisa.

-Glen says "Let’s do a figure of 8" and does it

-Mikey looks through the crack of the open door and sees the guards back. He sneaks in with Chris behind him and hits him in the back of his head. The guard turns around in surprise. Mikey follows it up with a straight left to the jaw. As he falls back towards the couch, Chris grabbed his shirt and pulled him back towards his and rams his fist into his nose, breaking it, and then spreading it across his face in a red pulpy mess.

-Lisa then stands up, and stands down on his hard dick, making it bend in an unnatural angle, she then starts jumping up and down on it, and his delicate balls.

-Mikey has to pull Lisa off him and hold her back while Chris tapes up his ankles, wrist and mouth. He then lets her go and she starts kicking him in the face, before kneeling on the ground and started scratching at his already bruised scrotum and dick.

-Mikey and Chris drag the guard outside and cuff his bare arms just above the tape, to a metal pole. They run off and tell Lisa if he wakes up, smack him.

-Travis says, "Okay lets fill in the ‘C’"

-Glen stops the car, "Give me my beer, I’ve only had a sip." He sculls the remaining 3 quarters of the can and tosses it out of the window. "Sweet, what do you reckon, straight line up their 100 metre grass ‘track’"

"Yeah that sounds cool"

He tears up about 30 metres, and then grips, whipping the left hand-side back quarter panel into the low wooden fence that borders the oval.

-Mikey and Chris drag the other guard up to the steps. Mikey pulls out a blade and cuts the tape off. They remove their clothes and hand cuff them to the pole in a reach around position. They then taped each of their ankles together and then both of their ankles to each other. They also tape up their mouths and eyes making sure they also covered their eyebrows.

-Ahmed runs to the side of the hall and watches Glen for a couple of minutes before spraying onto the hall wall, ‘Mista Bittas plays with little boys’

-Mikey puts the tape on the second guards eyebrows and eyes. He then picks up the nearest bin and throws it through the nearest window, and screams, "Game over for this shit-hole."

-"Hey I’d say they’ve fixed up the guards, that means we haven’t got much time if they make too much noise." exclaims Sarah, with excitement creeping into her voice. "Cool, the ‘C’ is finished and we’d better hurry the fuck up. I reckon we fill in the remaining letters by ourselves"

"Yeah that sounds sweet," Renton agrees.

"Fluffy, you do the ‘K’, alright." Orders Sarah with a smile creeping onto her face.

"Okay," Travis replies.

"Surf, you fill in the ‘V’"

"Okay"

"I’ll, do the ‘C’ and you do the ‘E’ Renton. We’ll worry about the rest of it once these have been done."

"Cool, I reckon I’ll finish that and do the ‘98’ by the time you lot finish your letters," replies Renton with a chuckle.

"Okay now boys, lets get this finished."

-Glen is still doing doughnuts.

-Abbs throws a bin through the vice-principal’s window.

-Mikey and Chris run out on to the oval and stop Glen in the car, they jump in the back and get him to drive over to the hall. He also tells him what has happened.

-they both jump out and lift up the open boot lid. They pick up a big bag of manure each and staddle drag it around the corner and into the canteen. They put on a pair of gloves and mash the shit into the 6 inch gap between the bars and aluminium roll down shutter of the three service windows.

-Abbs picks up a bin and throws it through the principals window.

-The guard that Lisa was with wakes up.

"So you wanted to fuck me you dirty old cunt. FUCK ME?" She screams in his face. "FUCK YOU!" She pulls back her heavy doc boot and kicks him in the face.

-She undoes the top two buttons on her jeans, revealing short silky black for a couple of seconds.

"I know you wanted to fuck this, well who’s fucken who now?"

He punches him in the face with the three biggest rights she could muster.

"Now your coppin’ it from both ends bitch."

She kicks him in the ribs a couple of times.

She spits in his face and says "I’ve seen a bigger dick on a 14 year old ya sad cunt."

-Lisa walks around. "Are youse finished yet?"

"Yeah nearly there I just gotta fill in the ‘8’," replies Renton, before adding in a sarcastic tone, "that’s if these turtles finish their one letter in the next five minutes."

-Glen is still doing doughnuts.

-Abs walks into the canteen where Glen and Chris are finishing off the windows.

"And youse all reckon I stink, you two smell like absolute shit."

"Get fucked you Egyptian prick."

"Fuck off you dumb yobbos"

"This place smells like Gaffney street hill when Trav’s grandpa put all that horse shit in their front yard. That was so funny, you would sit down on Pacoe station and all you could smell was that fucken shit."

"Yeah I know that was bad, god Trav copped a heap of shit for that."

"Exactly" Chris adds. They all roar into laughter.

"Hey are we going to do the pool now?" Abbs asked when he recovered.

"Yeah lets go get the buckets out of the car."

-They all walk around to the oval and watch Glen for a couple of minutes before picking up the buckets they’d previously left next to the hall. Lisa walks up to them while they are watching Glen.

-They walk around to the pool. On the way they discuss what is in the buckets. Mikey opens up the door with the guard’s master key.

-They each empty a bucket into the pool, and quickly leave the building.

"Hey we nearly beat you Renton, I was only a few seconds behind in finishing my letter." Travis announces triumphantly, before adding one more squirt to a thin spot.

"Get fucked Fluff, I just did three to your one and still beat you, and you started before me."

"Hey you guys lets get outta here, the people in the houses across from the oval have probably rang the jacks already, and if they haven’t, they will soon." Lisa calls up, before walking off around the corner.

Sarah throws a dirty look at Lisa as she walks off and mutters under her breath, "dumb slut."

The four on the roof walk over to their black ladder and get off the building. They walk across the grass and through the hole in the fence.

-Mikey, Chris, Abbs, and Lisa walk back to the oval. Mikey and Chris walk out to the car. They open up the boot and get out a four litre tin each. They walk up the 100 metre long low wooden fence and douse the entire thing with petrol. Standing at opposite ends they both throw a match, igniting the fuel.

-The four run past Glen’s car, signalling him to leave, and out of the back gate leading onto the bike track that runs beside the creek.

-Glen says one more. He sticks his foot into it harder than he had previously and drops his diff.

-Glen gets out saying Fuck, fuck, fuck. They hear a faint siren in the distance to the north. They run.