It was considered unholy.

The reprimand we would receive for this would be earth shattering. We were going to suffer for this.

I don’t even know what we were thinking. You don’t think when you’re a kid.

We were all just way too hyper. The view of the city, the soft dusk signalling the first shadows of the night. And we all figured, well…why not?

No one would know anyway.

But now, sitting in front of my parents, heart thumping through my rib cage,

I regret my decision.

I feel deep, organ crushing fear.

I already know what they are about to say.

“How could you do this?”

Here it comes.

“How could you pee on our city’s landmark?”

I mean, it wasn’t much of a landmark. But there’s a lot of history surrounding that telephone box, so naturally they weren’t exactly over the moon to hear that kids had urinated on it for a laugh.

My brother can’t resist the smile climbing to the front of his face, which is swiftly removed by the burning tone of my mother.

“You think this is some sort of perverted joke? You’re the one who joined him! At least one of you were honest enough to…”

I don’t hear the rest.

He snitched on us?

I look upon my brother with horror and disgust.

We swore to not tell Dad or Mum.

We swore upon our brotherhood.

And this mouthy swine dare stab my trust in the back?

Never again, I said in my head, my thoughts a raging whirlwind of anger.

Never again I will pee anywhere with my brother.

I’ll never share

another happy moment

with this stinky, lowly

traitor.