Was there a kid in your high school whose locker was packed full of contraband?

He (or she) had stuff to s**ke, stuff to sip on, and weird stuff to look at.

And it was all for sale!

The answer is YES! Because every school has a kid like that!

Folks on AskReddit talked about the weirdest black markets they had at their schools. Let’s take a look.

1. Very clever.

“This one girl forged excuse notes if you brought her something one of your parents wrote.

I never used her services myself, but we were good friends, and I gotta say, she was talented as hell.”

2. My turn!

“There was a p**n tape (VHS days) that used to do the rounds.

There was a booking system and everything.

You couldn’t have it for more than two days.”

3. Popular teacher.

“A teacher at my high school that I refuse to rat on would take money from students and buy them lottery tickets/scratch-offs in exchange for a cut of any prize $50 and up.

I think the dude legit made a few thousand dollars off of this just during my senior year. And it made the students love him.”

4. Had a whole system worked out.

“One of my friends sold Starburst from his locker. 10 cents for 2.

If he liked you, you got two from the ‘normal’ bag. If he didn’t like you, you got two from the bag that only had yellows.”

5. Weird.

“In early elementary school we had a market for mud.

Different groups of kids would claim areas around the school as their mud pit and put their brand of mud in ziplock bags to be traded with other groups for different bags of mud. We were the clay mud group and I had about 3 kids in the muck scooping it into bags or running to the water fountain to get fresh water to make more mud on dry days. I would be the one to go make the deals with the other groups.

We traded alot with the gravel mud group because “clay mud” and “cement mud” are both good for building or some s**t… Who knows? It made so much sense at the time.

The principal and staff eventually stepped in to end it because all the kids came back to class filthy every day and giant holes littered every field and playground.”

6. Businessman.

“I had a friend that used to bring a bunch of coke cans from home and then sell them for a dollar at lunch.

Cheaper than the vending machine prices and so it became like a little business.

He eventually saved up enough for a longboard.”

7. People needed it.

“Salt.

My school canteen doesnt have any salt with chips (or fries to Americans) and people used to sell salt packets.

The most expensive offer I could find was 50 pence for a packet or 1 pound for three.”

8. Kingpin.

“Our elementary school utilized “ice cream tickets.”

You got 1 if it was your birthday or if you did something that a teacher decided was “exemplary.” People would pass them around asking for favors down the line.

Some kid found the paper used to make the tickets and xeroxed multiple pages of the tickets. He became our kingpin and ruled for a couple years.”

9. Bootlegging.

“I used to sell bags of sugar and kool-aid. Like bootleg lick-em sticks.

Also sold red hot toothpicks I made from cinnamon oil. When I got into high school, my family was one of the first to get a computer. I made a killing from printing out fake report cards.

I was quite the entrepreneurial little s**t.”

10. Cola wars.

“Mountain Dew and Pepsi had a contest where college names were printed on the inside of the bottle caps.

If that school won the NCAA March madness tournament, you could send it in for the jersey of your choice from any school. Suddenly, a black market for caps with blue chip schools was born.

I remember selling a Duke cap for $10, then turning around and buying 10 drinks from the vending machine.”

11. Getting ready…

“My friend in high school had like a prepper grandad waiting for Y2K. He literally had crates filled with cartons of offbrand c**arettes. So my friend would steal a few cartons, bring them to me, and I’d sell them out of my locker.

I’d charge $3 a pack, he’d get a buck and I’d get the other 2. Or 50 cents for loose c**arettes and we’d just spilt that down the middle.

I only kept like 6 packs in a pencil case, 5 whole and one open for the loose ones to sell, in my locker at a time. He’d have the rest in his locker at the other end of school and I’d just go refill as needed between classes or at lunch.

One time a teacher called the cops because I was acting suspicious. They pulled me out of class and brought in a drug dog to search my locker. I’d just sold my last loosey and pack like 10 minutes before that. The dog didn’t find anything but they cops went through everything anyway.

When he opened the pencil box, there were little shreds of tobacco inside. He asked “whats this” and I said “well its a pencil box, I’d guess its probably pencil shavings” and he just shrugged and put it back.

Went right back to selling c**arettes the next day.

Oh! I’d also trade 1 loosey for a meal ticket (that’s how our lunch system worked) and would also sell the meal tickets for $1 each and split that with my buddy too.

12. Banned books.

Harry Potter books.

I went to a religious school where books that had magic or fantasy was banned. Parents of these kids were just as religious, so kids couldn’t get them from their parents.

My mom didn’t care and she let me buy a few for some friends and then more kids started requesting them.

Charged double for what they were worth and the kids were more than happy to pay.

Most popular requests were: Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and Cirque Du Freak series.”

13. The Godfather.

“I was friends with a kid in middle school that had a descrambler. Dude would buy up blank VHS tapes and record like 10 minutes of p**n off the Spice channel and sell for like 10 bucks a tape. Gave 2 dollars for tape returns for new content.

He was a Greek kid, and with a bunch of other Greek kids in the school, formed a Greek mafia with him as the Godfather. Being a big kid that played football, I was one of the Greek mafia’s ‘associates’, but alas, I could never become a ‘Made Man’.

He made so much money off selling VHS p**n tapes, when we hit 16, he was able to buy himself a pretty sweet Camaro. Once the internet came about in 1998 is when his business ran dry. By that time he was into other s**t.”

14. Nice!

“A girl set up a little business out of a box of stationary, writing forged letters from parents. She had all different paper, pens and pencils of every kind, and could write in convincingly accurate tone for the content of the notes depending on which kid they were for.

She used different styles of handwriting and different styles of punctuation and language too. She’d even fudge the spelling if she thought the kid’s parents weren’t great at it. She grew up to be incredibly educated. I look back and see that as her first moment of evil genius. It definitely suggested she would go on to brilliance one day and she did.”

15. Replicas.

“I organized the black market. My school banned Pokemon Cards, so I made a new game with paper cards.

I was drawing pretty well, so I folded an paper in 9, it made pieces approximately the size of a Pokémon Vard, and created a whole new game out of this. Sold boosters for 10 cents. Spend all my afternoons drawing cards for the school. Teachers eventually heard of it and couldn’t ban it because it was still officially still me distributing drawings. And then I started to do replicas of Pokémon Cards.

Like people had to show me the proof after school that they owned the card, I made a replica, and then the whole Pokemon Card trading continued with paper replicas. Then after school people made the real exchanges based on what replicas they exchanged during school.”

16. Zero tolerance.

“There was a pretty big market in my elementary school for Atomic Fireball Candies.

I remember being out for a couple days, but coming back with a big handful of the fireballs in my backpack… only to find the teachers had implemented a zero tolerance fireball policy.”

17. Scammer.

“Remember Columbia House? Where you could get 10 VHS movies for like $0.99? But then you had to buy like 5 more at regular price?

So I did the math and figured out what the actual price per videotape was after all commitments to the “club” were made, and it was like $5.

So I took orders from classmates, bought movies for them, and then sold it them at a slight markup. Basically, I was undercutting Suncoast.”

18. Smugglers.

“Probably the jocks who smuggled in food for the diabetic and hypoglycemic kids.

School has seriously strict policies and wouldn’t budge for medical problems. These kids were in some serious danger and administration would confiscate their food all the time.

Most of the kids playing on the sports teams were placed on pedestals and protected by the administrators. They could do just about anything they wanted and they’d get away with it because they were athletes.

So a lot of them would smuggle in extra food in their backpacks and pass it out to the kids who needed it.”

19. Not cool.

“Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos.

This one kid would buy every single bag out of the vending machines and sell them for like double the cost.”

20. Old school.

“Sharpened sticks

When we learnt about caveman we decided that it would have been a great idea to create our own prehistoric clan, so we smashed rocks and used them to sharpen tree branches.

Some of us where particularly keen on sharpening that started to use walls as grindstones, they were able to sharpen about 6 sticks in half an hour and started exchanging them for berries during recess.”

21. CRAVE.

“We used to mix koolaid packets with sugar in a ziploc and then you dip your finger in and eat it or just pour it in your mouth.

We called it Crave. It eventually got banned so kids would eat it in secret and sell it to other kids.

So basically we were just eating tons of sugar all day.”

22. You’re covered.

“I sold “protection” when kids wanted to ditch.

When the school announced openings in the attendance office, I had a half dozen of my friends rush over and sign up immediately. By the end of the day, we owned it.

I charged $10 – $20 to ignore each truancy. Each morning, if we had clients, I’d hand a list and half of the cash to whomever was working that day. Word got around fast, but we were never caught.”

23. A legend.

“The dude who sold our fake IDs was really committed to his work. He made state and college licenses.

Carried around two metal rings with samples of all the stuff he could make using Britney Spears shot from the Hit Me Baby One More Time album as the photo. He would also give you the ID in a white envelope. I had a rush order once and he had a standard rate for that – ended up picking it up from him at home in the other side of the city.

Dude was on point. I think he ended up being an interior decorator.”

24. Quite a story.

“Let me tell you the story of The Great Bead Wars.

7th Grade. A kid in my class went on vacation to New Orleans, and came back with a cr**py little plastic bead necklace for every kid in the class. It was cute. Until some kid was fiddling with his necklace, and broke it, spilling beads all over the floor, interrupting the lesson. Most of the beads got picked up and thrown out.

Most.

It wasn’t long after the lesson started up again, that some kid had taken an errant bead and chucked it across the room while the teacher’s back was turned, pelting his friend in the side of the head. The bead bounced off out of reach. But he needed to retaliate. Luckily, he had his own necklace, with several dozen beads of his own. He quietly broke the necklace, grabbed a fistful of beads, and hurled them back at his attacker, catching many a civilian in the crossfire.

Needless to say, the war escalated.

And war is cruel.

Every time the teacher’s back was turned, volleys of beads flew across the classroom. No one was safe. If you were too focused on the lesson and forgot to raise your binder as a shield while the teacher was writing on the chalkboard, it wouldn’t be long before you felt the sting of a bead striking your temple.

Alliances were made. Factions developed. The bead economy was formed. At lunch, valuable food items were bartered for bead supply. A full necklace? Intact? That would set you back at least a twinkie and can of soda.

Betrayal and espionage were rampant. Best friends became sworn enemies. Technology thrived: bead catapults were made from rulers. Slingshots were made from elastic bands, pencils, and binder clips. One student managed to engineer a stapler into a spring-charged, loadable bead shotgun.

A direct hit to exposed skin from 3 desks away from that bad boy would leave a mark. You didn’t cry out though – You clenched your teeth and fought back the tears; There are rules to war. We knew that it was a matter of time before the teacher caught on, and if she found out then it was all over.

Well, that day eventually came. We came in from recess, and written on the chalkboard was the following:

I’m not blind or deaf. I know about the bead wars. All beads and bead-launching devices have been confiscated from your desks. If I find any more beads being thrown, the whole class will be in detention for the rest of the month.

Some resisted. We knew she couldn’t have possibly got all the beads. Some still surfaced on the black market. But it wasn’t the same. We knew it was over. There is a time to know when to keep fighting to your dying breath, but there’s also a time to know when to surrender.

I’m a grown man now. I have a wife, and a job. I get out of bed every morning and go about my day, as if The Great Bead Wars never happened. People smile at me and shake my hand. They don’t know what I’ve been through. They couldn’t possibly imagine the burden I carry. The invisible scars that will never heal.The fact that most nights, when it’s silent, I still hear the “tic. tic. tic-tic-tic” of a bead bouncing on my 7th grade classroom tile.

But I persist. I have to. If not for me, then for those classmates so many years ago. Those whose names I’ve forgotten, but whose terrified faces are burned into my mind’s eye. I don’t know where they are now; if they’re alive or dead. I don’t know if I want to know. All I know is that I will share this unspoken bond with them for the rest of my days.”

Now it’s your turn!

In the comments, tell us about the weird black markets that you had in your school.

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