The odd kid.
I mentioned A and his oddities in my last post. I can't let it lie.

In addition to the rape alarm and the fear of women, there was his refusal to admit that he was Indian - he insisted that he was white, and a supporter of the BNP to boot. He smelled terrible. He had a strange high-pitched voice. He claimed to have no genitals of any sort. On those rare occasions when he took part in any sport, he'd wear his kit under his uniform, the better to avoid having to be even half-naked in public. After the lesson, he'd put his uniform straight back on over the top. This rule extended to swimming kit on the one occasion when he ventured into the pool. (No, of course he couldn't swim.)

He wanted to be a doctor, but said that he would refuse to treat women. (He never was accepted into medical school.)

He would spend his lunchtimes trying to give away the rancid sausages he had been given to eat. When noone took them, he'd just leave them in his locker, which gradually grew to contain Europe's largest stash of rotting offal.

Nobody liked him. Even the staff transparently disliked him and having to deal with him.

Oddest of all, he seems to have vanished completely. Put his name into Google, and nothing is returned - not even anyone on a blog or forum mentioning A, the odd kid from school. Not a whisper.

And this makes me wonder: did I perhaps imagine him? And, if so, how did I create such a monster? When I talk about him with friends now, are they humouring me? Or are my friends simply figments of my fevered mind as well?

I am afraid.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 14:19, 1 reply)

You should be afraid...
there was a girl in my class who would pleasure my every sexual whim... She was incredibly dirty with the added bonus of pnumatic tits and legs that could crack a walnut...

...unfortunately she was a figment of my imagination...

...and you managed to dream up a freaky little kid who tried to feed you rancid sausages...

... now, that's fucking odd....

Good story though, cheers, matey... *click*
( SpankyHanky, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 15:47, closed)