The Weird Kid In Class
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
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I'll call him G.
Now although basically a thicko G was obsessed with King Gustavus Adolfus of Sweden for no apparent reason. Couldn't read enough about the guy, just hero-worshipped him.
Also nuts about fishing. Refused to believe us when we told him how babies were made - he would clap his hands to his ears and run away screaming "It's all lies! My parents are fish and I was spawned in a river!" (This at age twelve).
One evening he was tasked with picking his younger (perfectly normal) brother up from a teenage party. He marched into the darkened living room, physically prised the brother off the girl he was snogging and hit him full in the face.
Why when I was tripping on acid with a friend did we have to bump into G in the pub? And why would he start talking about the Holocaust? I was crying with laughter (yes, but I *was* monged at the time) whilst he carried on gravely telling me about the horrors of Auschwitz and Belsen.
After school he became a river warden which you might have thought a perfect job. Sadly blew his brains out with a shotgun after a few years. Poor guy.
( , Sat 20 Jan 2007, 17:38, Reply)
I'll call him G.
Now although basically a thicko G was obsessed with King Gustavus Adolfus of Sweden for no apparent reason. Couldn't read enough about the guy, just hero-worshipped him.
Also nuts about fishing. Refused to believe us when we told him how babies were made - he would clap his hands to his ears and run away screaming "It's all lies! My parents are fish and I was spawned in a river!" (This at age twelve).
One evening he was tasked with picking his younger (perfectly normal) brother up from a teenage party. He marched into the darkened living room, physically prised the brother off the girl he was snogging and hit him full in the face.
Why when I was tripping on acid with a friend did we have to bump into G in the pub? And why would he start talking about the Holocaust? I was crying with laughter (yes, but I *was* monged at the time) whilst he carried on gravely telling me about the horrors of Auschwitz and Belsen.
After school he became a river warden which you might have thought a perfect job. Sadly blew his brains out with a shotgun after a few years. Poor guy.
( , Sat 20 Jan 2007, 17:38, Reply)
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