Read and enjoy my story. 

Yeah I know everyone bunk their school & college and it’s nothing to brag about , but my story is one of a kind. Fasten your seatbelts and be ready for a thriller and funny bunking ride. 
 
I bunked my high school for the first time back in 2015. 
on a sunny day in school typically getting bored listening to lectures me and my other two friends decided to bunk. I was usually scared on being called and thrashed in front of whole class and being scold and thrashed in home too. 
Immediately visualising the danger of being caught and thrashed forced me to call off this bunk idea but who denies a friend.  Pursued heavily by both of them by getting taunt for not to participate in bunk.   

I finally gathered my courage & pumped all my lungs and yelled at the top of my pinkish lungs saying “LET‘S DO THIS” 

At the lunch time we three musketeers finally after pumped adrenaline bunked high school. We ran away through the parking lot and I must tell you it was an suicidal idea. As we three intellectuals forgot to take our backpacks , can you imagine bunking in a broad daylight and leaving bags only to be caught. 
We called our other friends and begged them to hide our bags and they actually hide the bags. Till now school authorities knew we had bunked. 

On the next day we all three feeling proud of our achievements landed in school. 

The very next hour supervisor bangs into the classroom and call the other two names expect mine. They got caught , insulted , thrashed for bunking the school in a broad daylight. 
I was happy and laughing that i didn’t got caught , as soon as this thought crossed my mind. supervisor calls my name. Adrenaline was pumped all the way up , my legs trembled , heart skipped a beat. 
I was called only to be held by collar and being slapped as he didn’t expected bunking from me , and i also didn’t expected him to slapped me this hard , but here that doesn’t matter. And in the end it happened what I feared the most the idiot supervisor called my parents and being a complaint box He complained to my parents about the bunk and for his taste added a little spice to my story from his side. 
 
In the evening when I reached home I was welcomed by taunts and beatings thanks to my friends and spice added by supervisor to my BUNKING STORY. 

                                                     -ARQAM