Bernard
It was just another ordinary Tuesday. Sun coming through the window, teacher explaining material as if she were narrating a boring Discovery documentary. C/N was sitting at the beginning of the room, full, well-behaved, living the traditional life of someone who respects the front row. But that day… she decided to innovate. "I'm going to sit in the back. What's the worst that can happen?" Historical error. She picked up her backpack, crossed the room as if she were crossing a dimensional portal and sat at the back. There was only a boy. 5th grade energy mixed with testosterone and zero emotional oversight. At first it was calm. Giggles. Random comments. One throwing paper balls at the other. Until it started. First a strange scream. Then an exaggerated moan. Then another responded as if it were an out-of-tune choir. C/N froze. She turned slowly, like the protagonist of a horror movie who knows she's going to see something wrong. And he saw it. One sitting on the other's lap. In the middle of the room. As if it were the thing
About Bernard
It was just another ordinary Tuesday. Sun coming through the window, teacher explaining material as if she were narrating a boring Discovery documentary. C/N was sitting at the beginning of the room, full, well-behaved, living the traditional life of someone who respects the front row. But that day… she decided to innovate. "I'm going to sit in ...Read more