Trash everything

"Let's wreck it," you say, laughing.

You watch as Lukas pulls out a switchblade, moving over to the bed. He begins slicing his knife through the pillow, letting the feathers inside burst out as he grabs the cut and tears the pillow in two. You move over to the window, pushing it open as you grab the nearest schoolbag, emptying out the window as the books fly through the air, plummeting to the grounds, pages flapping. Daniel and Ben get to work smashing everything that can be smashed, knocking it to the ground and stomping it. You move over to the wardrobe, looking at the mixture of street clothes and school uniforms.

"Give me your knife, Lukas," you say.

Lukas nods, handing you the switchblade. In a War of the Buttons-esque fashion, you cut off every button in sight, slashing shoe laces, cutting the ties in two and carving long strikes through the outfits. It's not long before all the clothes are ribbons. You move to the pages and pages of homework, reports, essays and more sitting on the desk. You grab a pen sitting there, snapping it in two and pouring the ink out onto the pages.

You step back, admiring your efforts. The room has been destroyed, everything of value wrecked, the room a myriad of feathers, spilled ink and tossed up personal items.

"That works," you say. "Let's go."

"Perfect! Hurrah!" Lukas cheers.

Drunk and happy, you guys hurry up to your room, fucked off your heads. You push in the door as you hear the ruckus of teachers searching for students still out drinking. You head to bed, collapsing exhausted and near passing out in your beds, at the end of a great night.