On the second to last period of every Thursday, we have swimming – it’s such a great way to end the week.

Not!

One week, a couple of other girls and I weren’t swimming. The rule is, if you’re not swimming, you have to read a book from the library, and if you don’t have a book, you have to do work for the teacher, such as tidying up the poolside.

The other girls – let’s call them X and Y – and I had not remembered to bring our library books, so we were all set the enjoyable task of cleaning out the PE cupboard with a boy – we shall call him K – who wasn’t doing PE that day.

We had just started cleaning the cupboard when my clever friend X said, “Hey, guys lets shut the door!”

X slammed the door shut and Y turned off the lights. Suddenly it was pitch black and we burst out laughing.

“OK, now open the door and turn on the lights,” I said, still laughing. X reached for the door.

“Wait, turn on the lights – there’s no door handle,” muttered X as her face dropped.

“Ha ha, very funny, but seriously open the door,” I said sarcastically.

I looked at X’s face and suddenly I realised that she wasn’t joking. There was actually no handle, only a screw where the handle had once been.

For five minutes, we tried to open the door with the screw. I banged on the door, K sat in a chair groaning and Y looked through her phone contacts to see who she could call, all while X laughed her head off.

“WE CAN CALL E,” yelled Y. Our good pal E also wasn’t swimming and was by the poolside. We called her several times but when she didn’t pick up, we texted her instead – ‘Stuck in PE cupboard. Please Help.’

We had given up all hope when we finally heard a creak. E opened the door, her phone in her hand, and we ran out of the cupboard, gasping for air.

“Hey guys,” gasped X, “let’s do that again.”

Not!

Annia Mirza, age 12