>Be me
>Be 16, around 2000
>Wasn't an outcast but wasn't a popular kid either
>Kinda did my own thing really
>Shared World History with this kid
>His name was Greg
>And this was his fall from grace and into autism
>Greg at this point was quiet, and reserved, never did anything to get bullied
>Especially after Columbine
>All that was going to change soon
>Friday he was totally fine
>That Monday
>Apparently Greg's parents had bought him a computer, and an Internet connection
>Oh, how two days can change a man
>He obviously hadn't showered at all since friday
>He didn't really pay attention during class and was mostly drawing in his notebook
>His smell was palpable
>The bell finally rang
>Greg collected his things and headed for the door
>Not before he bumped into a guy named Mike
>Mike was not pleased with Greg's odor
>"Jesus Greg, you fucking reek."
>Greg stood silent for a moment
>And then he did it
>He fucking growled at Mike
>Mike just pushed Greg out of the way and made his way into the hallway and walked to his next class
>The rest of the kids gave Greg a strange room for the rest of the day
>Tuesday
>Apparently Greg didn't do his homework the night before
>Instead he bought a gray hoodie, and some cloth
>And sewed some years to the hood
>At least he showered this time
>Thankfully
>The teacher was this really nice vegan lady from Oregon
>She was a little pushy with homework but that was it really
>She asked for homework to be passed up front
>Everyone had theirs in
>"Greg? Where's your homework?"
>Silence
>"Greg?"
>She approached his desk
>The room was strangely tense, before this Greg was a good student
>She was standing at Greg's desk
>"Greg?"
>She reached out for a piece of paper she assumed was his homework
>And then he snapped at her
>Not like screaming or yelling, but he tried to bite her
>You could actually hear the clack of his teeth
>The teacher gasped
>Greg just got up and Naruto ran out of the room
>No one had seen such a thing before and we were really taken aback by him trying to bite the teacher, but the way he ran
>The teacher called security
>No one saw Greg for the rest of the day until one of the Stoner kids reported seeing Greg in after school detention
>Apparently he got on a table, curled up into a ball and tried to nap
>The Indian man in charge didn't care enough to bother him
>Wednesday
>Greg apparently wanted to make it up to the teacher
>Unfortunately she was a little late because her Ford broke down
>One of the football players brought her to campus on his motorcycle
>She had what was left of a bug on her cheek that she missed
>She walked into class ten minutes after class started
>She apologized for her being late
>Greg walked up to her
>Hood up
>Shitty cloth ears flopping
>She looked at him puzzled
>"Is there something you want to tell me Greg?"
>She was probably hoping for an apology
>Greg grabbed her face
>He had folded notebook paper in his hand
>Pulled her close to his
>And licked her cheek
>And the bug guts too
>The whole class went dead silent
>Greg then tucked the paper into her breast pocket and sat back down
>The teacher, as a testament to her character, pretended that never happened
>The class went on as normal
>She looked shaky and on the verge of tears the entire time while we were talking about the Boxer Rebellion
>When the bell rang again, Greg bolted full Naruto style out of the room
>His hoodie came loose and fell off
>Revealing a really shitty attempt at anime hair
>I didn't see him again for the rest of the day
>After school as I was walking home I saw our US History teacher talking to the school cop
>With her equally vegan and upset boyfriend there too
>We didn't see Greg for two weeks after that.
>Thursday, two weeks after the incident
>Greg was back
>If you think he was bad after a weekend of early 2000s Internet, Greg has been exposed for a full two weeks
>He clearly hadn't showered, at all
>He looked like he slept, ate and shat in the gray eared hoodie
>He reeked
>He also added a very poorly made tail to the back
>By this time we were on World War 1
>The teacher decided to hold class outdoors for once to demonstrate some things
>As soon as we got outside, everyone put themselves up wind of Greg
>The teacher would live to regret having class outside
>Everything was going fine, we were discussing the Battle of Somme in the gentle Arizona winter
>"Greg, what are you doing?"
>All eyes shot to Greg to see what horror we were about to witness
>Greg was digging with one hand in the soft soil
>He didn't answer
>Everyone turned back to our teacher
>And then the digging got more ferocious
>"Greg, please stop digging, the grounds keepers worked really hard to grow that grass!"
>No answer, he kept digging
>"Greg!"
>The digging intensified
>"Greg, stop it!"
>Still nothing
>Mike stood up and started walking towards Greg to stop him
>By this time Greg had a foot deep hole about square foot wide
>Everyone stopped
>Their faces when
>Greg turned around
>Dropped his pants
>And started to poo
>Oh God the stench
>This is probably the first shit he had in two weeks
>Everyone flipped and got as far away from him as possible
>Greg managed to fill the entire hole up
>He then lifted his pants
>Sniffed it
>And then buried it
>The 9/10 goth girl fainted
>Greg got sent to the office
>And was sent home for the day
