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I am Mark, your typical 13-year-old smart-ass. I got in so much trouble sitting next to my two friends, Kyle and Carlos, that our Home Room teacher Ms. Payne moved me to the other side of the room. Today would be a day like any other, or so I thought.
The teacher said that we had a new student who had just arrived, and her name was Jeanie.
When I first met Jeannie, I was in that class, and she was the new girl who had just moved to our school. It was the first day for her but the middle of the school year for the rest of us.
Our homeroom teacher Ms. Payne checked her office slip, wrote her name in her attendance book, and asked if she would like to introduce herself while standing in front of the class!!!
Ms. Payne had a real knack for putting students on the spot. As a new student, I would have been horrified. It would have been a struggle for me to remember my name.
Jeannie seemed very comfortable, however, and introduced herself with a poker face that hid any underlying fear. Plus, she spoke in an organized manner that almost sounded like a speech she had rehearsed.
Jeanie started by telling us where she was from, the name of her old school, how badly she missed her old friends, how happy she was for the opportunity to make some new ones, and finally, why she moved here in the first place.
Jeanie's dad got a promotion, but they would have to relocate within 30 days if he accepted. Otherwise, her parents would have waited until the end of the school year instead. Her father did have a choice about the move.
Then Jeannie concluded by looking at Ms. Payne to see if she was satisfied. Ms. Payne told Jeanie that we were happy to have her.
And we were.
I know I was because Jeanie was hotter than hell. I have never seen a more beautiful redhead; redheads were my favorite. There was only one other empty desk in the classroom, which was in front of me.
The student who previously sat there was an authentic Native American named Johnny Wolf. And he lived on a reservation with several other Indian families that composed an actual tribe.
I called him Johnny "Howling Wolf" because of his allergies, as he was constantly itching, sneezing, and coughing, and it was non-stop.
Nothing against his heritage, but I hated sitting next to him because of it. One day it got so bad that I waited to complain to the teacher after class.
"Ms. Payne, I want to be moved back to my old seat."
"No,” she said, “I'm not going to do that.”
"I don't care where you move me then, just anywhere away from Johnny."
"Forget it,” Ms. Payne said dismissively.
"You can move Carlos or Kyle next to Johnny instead, I offered."
"Thank You for telling me what I can do,” she replied.
“I don't want to breathe the same air as Johnny, let alone sit next to him.
He sounds sick, and I don't want to catch whatever he has.”
"You're exaggerating,” she replied, “This is the allergy season, so it may only be hay fever.”
Hay fever, Bullshit. How did she know? Was she a fucking doctor now? I think not.
I have never heard of someone coughing up a lung because of Hay-Fever. My grandfather had bronchitis, and he didn't sound that bad.
"Ms. Payne, how do you know that whatever Johnny has isn't contagious?"
"Then I assume we'd all been coughing?” she said.
She won this round, but another month passed, and Ms. Payne gave each student in the first row a stack of tests. Each student would take one and pass the remaining back.
I was sitting behind Johnny when he lost control, and suddenly as he turned, he coughed in my face. He didn't even try to cover his mouth. I was so disgusted that I lost it in a rage, "Cover that shit hole, your filthy savage!”
Ms. Payne had her back turned so she hadn't seen how Johnny had thrown up on my face.
"Mark Winters, I am appalled; you apologize to Johnny this instant.”
I told her I had to go to the bathroom to wash my face because Johnny hadn't covered his mouth before he decided to puke all over me. After class, I stayed again to tell Mrs. Payne my side of the story and that if she had moved me as I asked her to do in the first place, this entire nasty incident could have been avoided.
"Ms. Payne, Johnny's condition sounds like it's getting worse. I think he needs some modern medicine and not whatever they're giving him out there on that reservation because whatever it is, it's not working."
"What are you going on about?” Ms. Payne asked, annoyed.
"I'm annoyed about you blatantly overlooking your duties as a teacher by ignoring one of your student's chronic health conditions.”
"My duties?” Ms. Payne repeated.
"Well, I don't have him in any of my other classes,” Mark answered.
"It is not the school's policy to recommend treatment or medication, nor are we authorized to give it. If you have a problem with that, maybe you should take it up with Principal White. I was going to send you to his office anyway."
"Well, before you do, I want to make sure I have my facts straight. The school's position is to pretend that Johnny's health problems don't exist, at least officially.
And if anything does happen to Johnny while he's still on school property, the district can claim to have no prior knowledge, so if he dies in class, the Board may not get sued for negligence by the Native American Council."
"I do not make those decisions,” Ms. Payne said, turning red.
"What about your Hypocritical oath?” Mark asked.
"My Hypocritical what?” Ms. Payne replied.
"What if what Johnny has is terminal? Those Native Americans have all the money in the world, because of their casinos, but they still choose to live out there on those reservations, like a bunch of..."
"Savages?” Ms. Payne completed it.
"Yea, that's right, Savages. I mean, why is it that the Indians are so self-sufficient with everything else, except when it comes to home-schooling their children?”
"Maybe they want to modernize,” Ms. Payne replied, “and start indoctrinating themselves into society.”
"That's fine, let them modernize, I'm not a racist, but I don't want to suffer from whatever it is that Johnny's suffering from just because they don't believe in the "White Man's Medicine." Mark made quotation marks with his fingers. “That’s no reason for the rest of us to get sick.”
"Well, I can't very well tell Johnny that he can't come to class, now, can I?”
“You don't have the authority?” I asked.
“No, I do not.”
I bet Mr. White doesn't, either. Hey, why don't you call in the Army instead, tell them it's an outbreak, let the (CDC) storm in here and quarantine the entire town? Just give me a heads-up first so that I can sneak out. I would hate to wind up on the wrong side of the plastic bubble if you know what I mean.”
Ms. Payne burst out laughing.
Mark stared back at Ms. Payne in total amazement, more like a shock. He wasn't trying to be funny, but whenever he got upset about something, he started running off at the mouth, and then he couldn't stop.
He waited for her to finish laughing, "You know, Ms. Payne, this is the first time I think I ever heard you laugh.”
It sounded more like a revelation than a statement the way Mark said it.
"I didn't know you could laugh!”
Ms. Payne tried to stop herself from giggling.
"Look, I can't make any promises, but I'll talk to Principal White. Maybe there's something he can do, but as for me, my hands are tied."
Despite her age and profession, Ms. Payne revealed herself as a warm human being with a sense of humor. She could even treat a student respectfully instead of being another condescending adult.
Mark suddenly realized maybe Ms. Payne was just another person stuck in the same horrible situation that he was in. It was like a worker from the boiler room of the Titanic speaking to a first-class passenger on the top deck.
Or maybe the captain himself. It didn't matter now that the ship was sinking. They were all in the same boat. So, they shared a common tragedy.
Could it be that Ms. Payne was just as disgusted about Johnny's condition as he was?
But unlike Mark, she didn't have the luxury of complaining about it because she had a job to protect.
"You hate Johnny being in your class as much as I do?” Mark asked out loud.
Another revelation.
Ms. Payne looked up at him again, but this time she was startled, she studied Mark, and he saw a look of panic on her face.
She wondered if maybe she had said too much, and then after a delayed moment, her composure returned, and she said dismissively, "Class is over; Goodbye, Mark."
Ms. Payne, the teacher, had returned.
Mark slung his backpack over his shoulders and headed out. But before he left the classroom, he stopped at the doorway and turned around.
"Ms. Payne, I want to tell everybody you have a contagious laugh. But I don't think they would believe me; maybe if they heard it from you themselves….” And then Mark left without saying another word.
Margaret Payne continued staring at the empty doorway. Never in her eighteen years of teaching could she remember a student complimenting her on anything. Not on her looks, not on her hair, not on her clothes. Nothing.
However, Mark did learn that Ms. Payne had made good on her word because something finally changed regarding Johnny.
Johnny had a rare condition because his lungs were super-sensitive. His parents admitted him into a regular hospital, where they discovered that much of his illness was due to allergies. But it wasn't just hay fever.
The allergies from the dust and pollen created a constant state of irritation within the air sacks of his lungs, so given enough time and left untreated, his condition could have become fatal.
His family moved Johnny to another tribe further North of the state, and Johnny he lived on another reservation, but one closer to a clinic specializing in his type of illness.
After Johnny left, no one from the school ever heard from him again. Mark never got so much as a " Thank You," let alone an acknowledgment, but as long as Johnny got the help he needed, that’s all that mattered.
Anyway, Johnny's departure was the reason for an empty seat in the classroom, to begin with. And now the new girl Jeannie would be sitting there instead. Mark could not have dreamed up a better replacement himself.
Jeanie was so beautiful that Mark had to turn away as she walked towards him so he would not stare, but that was almost impossible. Her beauty seemed magnetic.
Mark thought Jeanie might have been one of the most beautiful eighth-grader in the world. And that was because she matured early and already had the body of an adult woman.
Mark had read somewhere that girls were maturing much earlier than ever. This theory was due to all the hormones and steroids they put in the cow's milk. Well, if Jeanie ate her Frosted Flakes, she was proof of that.
She might have had the face of a 13-year-old girl, young, fresh, and innocent, but she had the mature body of a curvy, voluptuous vixen.
Her tits were fucking huge!!!
The contrast between her youthful, innocent looks and her mature well-endowed body only enhanced each other that much more.
Juxtaposition!!!
Mark couldn't help but wonder if Jeanie's body was as innocent as her face looked. After Jeanie sat down, Mark began to have difficulty concentrating.
He saw multi-colored spots and instantly developed a headache. The pain throbbed until he had to close his eyes. He rubbed his forehead and then his temples and tried to relieve some of the pressure. Mark thought that he might have cried out if it got any worse.
And then suddenly, he started to get flashes of images. They were about Jeanie, the new girl. Sometimes Mark got "visions," for lack of a better definition.
It didn't happen with everyone; he wasn't psychic in the broad sense.
Usually, it was just a female who Mark found extremely attractive. Sexually attractive. Sometimes the pictures were accompanied by a sound or a feeling, but mostly they were just images.
The last time this happened to him was with a blonde girl named Tiffany, the first to give him oral sex. Aside from kissing a girl or feeling one or two up, Tiffany was Mark's first sexual experience since sixth grade.
She was one of the most popular and attractive girls at the school, but she was selfish, and ultimately, visions of her leaving him broken-hearted always overshadowed any sexual desire he felt for her.
Tiffany could not be trusted and would punish any man who loved her, even destroy him, and leave him immediately after she did so. Girls had conquests too. It was always the getting and not the having with Tiffany.
Mark didn't know why Jeanie suddenly "activated" these flashing images as Tiffany had done.
Was this a warning?
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