My guard was up as I had been ambushed once and locked in the display case along Del Norte High School’s Senior Hall. I didn’t want it to happen again.
However my vigilance didn’t pay off.
Without warning I was jumped and dragged out of the locker room where I had jus’ stripped down, preparing to take a shower. This time I found my eyes and mouth being covered with tape.
I could neither see who was doing this to me, nor could I yell for help.
Within seconds I was back out in the main hallway, but instead of taking me to the right, I was carried to the left. It occurred to me that I was about to get tossed in the girls locker room naked so I started to struggle for all I was worth.
Turns out I was wrong. It never occurred to me that I’d be hoisted off the ground and duct taped in place against the wall, leading out of the girls gymnasium.
I had tape covering my arms from my bicep to my wrist and my legs, thigh to ankle.
There were also several straps of tape across my stomach and even more holding my head in place. I was trussed up with no possible way of escaping.
The bell rang and I heard girls streaming passed me. Some gasped, some giggle, others touched and still others, I’m certain, though I couldn’t see them, averted their eyes.
As I hung there, I remember thinking that I felt like a bad piece of art, left unattended.
One person later told me that when she saw me, she thought I was some sort of screwed up representation of the Crucifixion. Great!
Before the next bell rang I was being cut from the wall. I was quickly covered and hustled into the boy’s locker room, where Mr. Dowling worked for nearly two classroom periods removing the tape from my body.
I recall screaming more than “Ouch!” and Mr. Dowling allowing me to get away with it.