"Freddie Feels Foolish" - another original story

Freddie had just arrived home after a day's work. He was 20 and had just got a modelling job. He was very excited about it but he was tired. Long hours getting in and out of clothes and posing for the new summer catalogue were taking their toll. He just went upstairs, shut the door and slept.

The day after his 16-year-old brother Mark asked him for a favour - their school were having a comic relief thing and he wondered whether he'd be interested.
Freddie thought it would be some modelling thing and so he accepted. Freddie went to the school with Mark the day after... just as he went in he saw the sign which announced a gunging for students to get their own back on their siblings/parents. Freddie was sure that there must have been another event going on. He was hoping it wouldn't be a gunging.

He had once avoided getting gunged at his birthday party and he didn't want to get gunged now. Then his brother came and dragged him into gym. Just as he went into the gym he saw what he dreaded - a gunge tank.

Mark told Freddie that during the past few months he was being a pain and that he deserved a gunging for ignoring everyone. Freddie didn't know what to say. He felt like killing his younger brother but would look so bad in front of those people if he had to bail out now. Then again if he did stay he'd be humiliated with the gunging. Before he could make a decision he was lead to the gunge tank and told to remove his shoes and socks. No going back now.

He slowly removed his shoes and socks and pulled his trousers up so as not to drag on the floor. He went in the gunge tank and looked up to see a huge amount of green slime poised above him ready to be unleashed on him. He started moving uneasily around the tank - but there wasn't anywhere to move in. He was almost sealed in so he couldn't look out and avoid it. He could hear the others talk but all he cared about was leaving the gunge tank clean. However there wasn't a chance in hell that would happen.

All of a sudden the whole hall roared, whilst he was almost trembling...

"Five, four, three, two, one...."

And then Mark pulled the plug. At first nothing happened, much to Mark's dismay and Freddie's joy.

Mark wondered what was going wrong but just as he was about to open the door to check the gunge started dripping onto Freddie. Mark had just avoided a terrible gunging.

The gunge started slowly dripping on Freddie, and then all of a sudden a steady thick stream of gunge began falling covering him from top to toe. His slightly spiky hair
was flattened and the gunge kept on flowing... down his back, ruining his t-shirt, onto his lap... He tried wiping some of it off but it kept on coming until it finally stopped. When it did stop everyone cheered. He waved from the tank and smiled. He moved his feet about in the gunge below. He was then released and he looked at his brother and gave him a nasty look. He was covered in dark green gloop and was very angry at his little bro.

It took him about an hour to get cleaned up again.


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A few minutes later his younger brother Mark received a text "If u think you're getting away with it, think again!"