I was caught. Damn it…
It was night. We were “sleeping”. I had a can on a thread. I smuggled in to our room. I slowly dragged it along the ground under her bed. We’re on bunks, me on top. Roomy is bottom. Anyway… she woke up screaming! I was laughing so loud.
But she didn’t stop screaming. And shouting. “He’s here, he’s here!”. The sister’s rushed in and carried her away. I think to matron, so she could calm her down. I feel really bad. I didn’t want her to go. I could hear her screams all night. Now I’ve gone to the bad room for a while.
I’m so sorry roomy. I was bad… who was “he”?
I should be allowed out for the bonfire if I’m good.