The Weird Kid In ClassThere 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...
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Fraser has joined the Moomins., Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
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The weirdest kid I knew...OK, KC was the second weirdest. But TB takes the prize, in a stunning victory.
In our first year at high school, TB shit his pants. We noticed this in assembly, when I was the poor bastard who sat next to him. The smell, good god the smell. Our suspicions were confirmed when he was caught washing them in the sink at PE, claiming that it was "just mud".
In our Art class (the same one that KC would boycott the following year), one of my designs went missing. We later discovered that TB was producing a design IDENTICAL to mine. He denied copying me. Despite the fact that he was sat, with my design in front of him, at a light table, tracing it.
A year later, he brought a gun to school. But in a celebration of bonkers, it was an old, flint-lock pistol. He claimed it was his grandfather's, and that he was taking it to be valued by an antique dealer after school. Almost plausible, except he brought in gunpowder and shot too...
In third year, my class went to an outdoor recreation centre for a one week residence. Mountain climbing, canoeing, orienteering. Healthy outdoor pursuits, for unhealthy city childs.
I had to share a dorm room with TB. TB brought wrist strengtheners with him for that week. He went mental if anyone else touched them. They may or may not have been connected with his night-time "activities".
After lights out, I and the other 2 chaps in the dorm room could hear TB moaning. Yes, he was fwapping away like a champion. Now, I should mention at this point that TB was deaf. So he thought he was being quiet. He wasn't.
The next morning at breakfast, the 3 scarred survivors looked at each other with haunted eyes. "Did you hear TB wanking last night?" "Oh thank fuck it wasn't just me!!!"
I think this was the last truly mental thing he did when I still knew him at school. He left at the end of fourth year.
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And then, a few years after we had left school, I saw him again. On telly no less.
Y'see, TB had raped and murdered a girl in our town, and the lovely people of Crimewatch had got the witnesses together to convict him.
Always the quiet ones...
(, Sun 21 Jan 2007, 0:37, Reply)
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