Friday, December 3, 2010


“Ok, so we have Alexander the Great leading his armies through this region hear.” said the teacher as he pointed his telescoping pointer at the map that was pulled down in front of the chalk board. The teacher turned toward his students who comprised of mainly senior’s who was part of what the student body would call the popular group. Along the back row sat the high school jocks that never really paid attention to the teachers only enough to harass him about what he was teaching.

Along the far side going back to the back row sat the cheerleaders the smarter ones sat towards the front while the ones who wanted to flirt with the jocks sat towards the back. The front few rows sat the nerds or the students who would pay attention and were there to learn what was being taught. Then dispersed through out the class were other groups of students.

Sitting towards the back near one of the doors sat a young man who had dark unwashed hair, he wore black hoodies most of the time with the name of either one death metal band or another. His pants were generally torn and being held together by safety pins. He never did talk to the other students and kept to himself.

“RING, RING” Squealed the bell to inform the students it was time to change class, the students picked up there books and headed for the door.

“Oh, don’t forget your reports are due next week?” Spoke the teacher in louder voice than normal to make sure each of his students heard him over the noise created from all the students getting up at once to leave.

As the students arose to leave the back row of Jocks filed out behind the kid with the unwashed hair and each of the jocks teasingly smacked the back of his head or flipped his ears with the last of the group spitting a loogie into his hair. The players busted up laughing as they exited the door.

“Hey, why don’t you take a shower once in while? You loser” said the kid who hocked the loogie into the young mans hair.

The other kids in the class either laughed or diverted there eyes as they left the class room. The young mans face turned red with humiliation and anger. Fighting back the tears of anger he grabbed his books and headed for the door. Taking his hand he tried to wipe the spit from his hair.

As he walked out into the hall he could see the jocks standing in a semi circle like they were waiting for some one to come out of the class. He walked passed them giving them a dirty look wishing they would all just disappear.

“This is going to be so funny.” said one of the jocks to the others. Looking back the young man could see them holding a large cup filled with an unknown substance behind there back.

A crowed had started to build around the jocks as the other students could tell they were going to be in for some entertainment. as a girl came out of the class room one of the Jocks said “Katie, where’s Jason?”

Looking totally confused Katie looked at the jock and said “He is right there he just walked past you?” as she pointed down the hall.

Jason hearing his name looked back and saw Katie pointing at him.

“What!” They turned and looked down the hall towards where Jason was standing.

But none of the jocks seemed to look at Jason they just seem to be looking past him.

“How, the hell did he get past us?” said one of the Jocks

“Where did he go?” exclaimed another

“No way, Katie he has to be still in the class room!” exclaimed the jock who had spit into Jason’s hair stepping past Katie he looked into the now empty class room.

The other Jocks taking Katie’s word ran down the hallway right past Jason as if he was not even there. Craning there heads to see if they could find there victim through the crowded halls. Katie stood there looking into the eyes of Jason confounded as the jocks ran right past him.

Jason feeling relived of his good fortune quickly turned and slipped away into the crowd.

“Katie, where did you Jason was?” asked the big jock

“Stephen, he was just right there 5 seconds ago heading towards the stairway.” responded Katie.

“Shit, well he may have gotten away this time but we will get that little basterd” commented Stephen as he walked off down the hall.

“Steve, just leave him alone” Katie called after Stephen as he walked off.

Katie turned to head the opposite direction when she turned and ran into her history teacher Mr. Taylor.

Mr. Taylor was in his mid 30’s he wore non descript glasses his hair was starting to gray along the temples and made him look older than he really was. His face was non descript with no outstanding features. He wore a black slacks and button down shirt and looking out of place on him he had a pocket protector in his right breast pocked which held many different pens along with his lecture pointer. He stood about 5’11 with a thin muscular build.

“Katie, May I have a word with you?” asked Mr. Taylor

“Ah Yes.” Replied Katie as he gestured towards his room.

Katie stepped into his class room followed by Mr. Taylor. She turned to face him and as she looked at him she could feel his eyes bore into her as he stared. Feeling Katie becoming more uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze, Mr. Taylor cleared his throat and asked. “When you were pointing down the hall who were you pointing at?”

Looking confused at the question she hesitantly responded “I was pointing at Jason Harper.” Her voice filled with a question of, why are you asking me such a dumb question.

“Ok, thank you. You may go now you better hurry the bell will be ringing soon.” responded Mr. Taylor.

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