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wip story

Jan 23rd, 2019
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  1. I don't like kids. Odorous oafs, smelly little slimeballs, a bad day on two legs. Fuck them and their mothers, though I might apologize to the latter about it. I hated kids when I was one of them. I couldn't grow up fast enough. I sat under the slide and waited for recess to be over, reading whatever percy jackoff lightning burglar book was out that month. The other kids took to calling me the troll under the slide, but I didn't care. My temper wasn't great. If ever an argument broke out you could bet your allowance it was something I started with an offhand insult. The teachers didn't know what to do with me. What can you do when you have an eight year old who hates his peers as much as he hates broccoli? Well, long story short, they stuck me in the retard class, except they didn't call it that. Learning Plus was it's name, though the only plus was the amount of teachers present to wrangle us from our mentally challenged proclivities. I sat between two wurms, who weren't actually learning disabled, just stupid. In those days I longed to switch seats and converse with Shelley, the high functioning nekomata, or Annabelle, autistic hakutaku savant. Anything would trump the titillating wurm quandaries I had the unfortunate luck of experiencing, such as "are fuji apples chinese food?" or "what color is the pink panther?". However, there was one haven of light in the cloud of dimwitted darkness that was Learning Plus. Her name was Lucie Sulcova. She was a beautiful foreign body in that bumpkin riddled township. Fresh out of college, Miss Sulcova was a city girl, which fascinated my younger self immensely. Her warm smile always melted my icy little heart, though I would never show it to her. I took pride in being a consistent bastard. Still, I always conducted myself a little better when she led classes. Sometimes, when others weren't looking, I would just watch her. The soft wag of her tail when a student answered correctly. The crease of her skirt when she sat. The movement of her ears when she was listening to you speak. I memorized them all, painting the images with my mind's eye when I sat in bed. I wanted to fornicate with that fuzzy rabbit before I even knew what the concept of fucking was.
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