Corrupted (Part 13: School Problems)--by Emi

I went through tons of tests in the school. They were checking to see how intelligent I was, but I began to see that the principal was checking to see if I was insane. I found out through mom that she had said that she was afraid to let me into the school for fear of me killing people. The only thought that ran through my mind was, how could you take suicidal and change it to homicidal?

It hurt, but I shrugged it off, ignoring the cruel attitude she had. Mom found out that she use to be a kindergarden teacher, but she didn't seem to have that air about her until serious things began to happen in the school.

Some of the boys at my school caused a few problems, bringing fireworks to school and razor blades. Coming from the kind of home I had just left from, it didn't really scare me. I more or less just stared at them wondering how dumb they really were. They got in trouble, and I supposed that was enough.

My friends and I talked about it a lot. For the most part we thought they were just stupid, until one day. I was with my friends Samantha and Amy when we came up from the field to find some of the other girls in my class crying and frightened. Samantha and Amy ran off ahead while I walked up slowly, not sure what was going on.

By the time I had finally made it to the others, Samantha and Amy were both panicked, tears in Sam's eyes. I stopped to see a guy from our class, Andy, being taken by the principal and the teacher. Everything was in histerics, crying about how scary he was. I picked up easily from what they were saying what had happened.

Andy had threatened to come to the school and kill the whole class, the girls first. The guys seemed to be staying as calm as they could, but the girls couldn't get under control. I soon found myself in the middle of the group, my arms around some of the people, calmly saying that everything would be all right.

Aside from the lack of any real punishment in the school, I began to notice that the school nurses seemed to have a few problems themselves.

During school one day, I began to feel ill, almost as if my body was giving up. I spent most of the day just ignoring it so I could get through school. But all my friends ordered me to go to the office because they could tell something was wrong. So I finally pulled myself down to the office at lunch.

They took my tempature, but upon finding no real fever, sent me straight back to class telling me to just deal with it. I walked back, telling my friends what had happened and they were angry. But there wasn't a lot we could do about it.

The school day finally ended, and I found myself walking home thanking god for the fact that it was a weekend. My body became weaker as I walked, like my energy was being completely drained. I trudged into my house, taking off my shoes and going into my room. My mom was retired by then from the department of defence, so she was home to follow me to my room to see how school was.

I collapsed onto the bed, barely able to get up. Mom came up to me, feeling my forehead. She felt nothing, but called the doctor right away. She rushed me to the doctor and found that I had gotten strep throat. My family is prone to it, so I've had almost every single kind. I'm sure there are a few more out there, but I'll get them eventually.

Mom called the school right away, throwing what Kent would call a "fit". I had a feeling that for most other kids, they would have checked into what was really bothering them, but because of my suicide threat back in Utah, I apparently was a trouble maker.

Made me wonder why mom had worked so hard to get me into that school.

on the plus side, from stufff like this, mom has taught me to be strong and stand up for myself.

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