Diary of a bullied boy...20 years later

I was nearly kidnapped

It was a torturous day at school, just like any other. I had no friends, no one to turn to. No one to chat with about my weekend. No one to tell my secrets to. No one to confide in if I had a crush on a girl. I was all alone. No one really wanted anything to do with me. Or so I thought.

If a parent or guardian needed to pick up their kid from school, they reported to the secretary's office, either by phone or in person. The office would then send a student aid to the classroom of where the student could be found, where the teacher would be notified to release the student.

It was rather early into the school day as I was sitting in class my freshman year when I learned my mother was here to pick me up. Right away I knew something did not seem right. I was rarely permitted to miss school. It generally took a dentist appointment or me being gravely ill. There had been no appointments with a dentist or doctor, and I was no more ill than could be typically expected of me. However, my mother was apparently here to pick me up from school. I automatically fear the worst. What if someone just died? What if someone is in the hospital with little chance of survival? What was going on? This was very out of the ordinary.

I went to the foyer to wait for my mother to show up, as I was instructed to do. I waited. I waited longer. I waited some more. After about 45 minutes of what seemed like an eternity, clueless to what was going on, I was finally escorted to the secretary office. They found it strange my mother had not yet showed up so they telephoned her. This is where it gets creepy.

My mom had not placed this call. However, the secretary clearly stated that a lady called the school, claiming to be my mother who informed the office that she was coming to pick me up. The really creepy part? This mysterious lady pronounced my last name correctly. I think maybe three teachers in all my life had ever pronounced my last name correctly on the first try.

My mother showed up and took me home. The next day I was sent back to this poorly run school. I was escorted to and from every single class, as though they were afraid I would be kidnapped. I was never so afraid in my life. Who was this stupid lady? Why did she want me? How did she know how to pronounce my last name? To this day I still have zero leads on this.