Certain things creep me out. Clowns, cockroaches, congregations of any kind of insect…
There’s a boy in the Special Ed. class that, upon seeing me, likes to come over and touch me. It wouldn’t be so bad if he weren’t always drooling a little, or picking his nose, and if he didn’t look like and remind me of those freaks from the movie, aptly titled, “Freaks“. He has a little head and it’s kind of pointy. The first time I saw this movie was the last. It creeped me the fuck out!
The teachers are always around for some reason when he does this so I can’t do what I want to do when he comes near me: find some excuse to excuse myself with great haste.
“Loco-sensei, Ohayo,” he says daily, with a voice that’s sounds like Goofy if he were drunk, and he strokes my arm while intermittently smiling in my face and examining my skin.
When he does this I can hear the chant from the movie in my head: “one of us, one of us…”
If he touches me again, regardless of who is in the vicinity, I don’t care…I’m gonna…
Well, I’m not gonna hug him!