Eerie Jerry

Year one

By the time I was old enough to go to primary school, I still saw the white, flying figures in my sight. I couldn't do anything about them and they were bugging me so much. The voices in my head never silenced, either. I had to go to school, regardless if I was seeing and hearing things or not. I was dropped off by my mother and she just told me ta-ra before she left me in the classroom with other students and the teacher in the room. The teacher looked at me and said at my eye-level, "Hey, Jeremy, were going to sit in our big-boy chair at our big-boy desk. Come on." She guided me to a green chair at the end of a table with four other kids on the long table. I had to sit at he right end of it while the others looked at each other and took out their supplies. I had my supplies in my backpack and unzipped a pocket to take out something like they did. I just felt anxiety around them, I just kept looking at everyone thinking what they are thinking about each other. Some kids were already talking to each other, so they became fast-friends, good for them. I looked at my table where four other kids sat at their seats quiet as mice. "Good morning, class!" the teacher interjected before I could finish my internal thoughts. "Good morning, Ms. Loughty!" the other students went. "Hi! Good to see you all! It's so nice to see such cute, new faces joining my class today!" She seemed rather nice, better than my mother, I'll give her that credit. "Okay, everyone, we are going to learn something today, would you like to know what it is?" she questioned us with excitement. "Noooo...." the other kids replied. I was the only one who didn't say anything, but I was afraid to find out. "We're going...to learn about each other!!" she exclaimed in the room. Some kids cheered and others just kept silent and shy as I was. I knew I would be afraid of the answer, it's definitely not something I wanted to hear. "Okay, class, we will start with you right here up front. What's your name, little girl?" Ms. Loughty asked a little girl in a pink dress with a ribbon in her hazel-coloured hair. "My name is Mary Sue Redman." the little girl spoke. "Hi, Mary Sue! So nice to meet you! Hey, that rhymes! What a cute name for a cute little one, Mary Sue!" Ms. Loughty was playing kiss-ass, I see that. Nobody would go into that much fuss over a name like 'Mary Sue Redman,' as she would call it, her name sounded made up, really. "Now, what's your name, little boy?" she asked to boy next to Mary Sue, a boy with a green and blue striped collar shirt with a blue tie on and cargo shorts. A tie? You got to be kidding me, this is kindergarten, not a wedding. "Russell Fernsby." replied the boy. "Well, hey, Russell, you have quite the muscle!" she laughs after she spoke that God-awful kiss-ass line, it was just so stupid, it would make me roll my eyes. She went around with everyone else from the front row and in the middle row. The white hovering figures were at it again. I kept hearing them and they were talking about me too. "Hey," the white figure said to their friend. "Is that the kid who could see you?" They pointed at me and their friend nodded and spoke, "Yes, that's him. His name is Jeremy Banks." They knew my first AND last name! How do they know me? I looked at them and I wanted to say something to them, but I heard my name get called by Ms. Loughty. "Jeremy? How about you introduce yourself to the class?" I just sat there in a blank state and my eyes were wide as coconuts. This was it, the moment of truth and everybody in the classroom wanted to know who I was and everything about me. "Uuhhh... Um... I'm Jeremy, that's it." I hoped what I said just satisfied her and shut her up. "Aw, come on, kiddo, open up, tell us your last name, favourite colour? Anything?" The other kids didn't say what they like or any of their favourites, so I thought this would be my chance and maybe, just maybe they might believe me if I told them about my daily struggle with the flying people I see everyday. "Umm...I see flying people every day." I just let it out and the moment of truth was unveiled. The reaction of the other kids sealed my fate with their laughter that erupted throughout the room. I'm an idiot, I'm stupider than the teacher because she was laughing too. "Okay, okay, everybody that's enough. Jeremy has quite the imagination, doesn't he?" she asks the class. "Yeah, indeed!" one kid said and the rest of them laughed so loud the teacher had to stop them again. I said it and now, I'm doomed. Doomed with humiliation, with ridicule, it's going to be a never-ending cycle of misery throughout my miserable time in this torture chamber. Now that I opened my big mouth about the flying figures I see that nobody else sees like I do, it's never going to stop. After everybody went with their names, some kids just looked at me with grins while the teacher had her back turned. I was in for it...