Hasn't anyone ever told you not to Blink?
Blink and you're dead.
Blink and you're forgotten.
Don't Blink.
You've been warned. Good Luck
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Meet Tunbridge College's walking mystery. A girl named Blink who eats candy to quell her smoking u...
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J U S T I N | AGE: Eleven
My legs swung back and forth while mom, next to me, adjusted her shirt and scarf. She always did that when she was nervous. Even though she knew the position of her scarf didn't quell what was about to happen.
My mom and I had been called in by my teacher later this afternoon for an after school conference. The usual parent-teacher meetings had already happened a little over a month ago, so I was a bit confused why we were here now.
Then, Mrs. Schaefer seemed pretty pleased with my grades and had only mentioned me acting out once. She had remedied mom's quizzical glance toward me saying 'all the boys in class are always a bit rowdy after recess.'
Since nothing else had really happened since then, I was confused why mom had pulled me away from playing basketball with Mark and Tyler to show up at school way after everyone had already left.
There were barely any cars left in the parking lot.
Just then Mrs. Schaefer poked her head out of her room, her beautiful smile making me cheese just as big as I did when she spoke in class.
"Nice to see you, Mrs. Dane" Her smile flashed to Mom as she walked further through the door to hold it open. Mom nodded appreciatively, eliciting a greeting back.
"How are you Justin?" Mrs. Schaefer turned to me as I walked through the door.
"Ok" I scratched at the back of my head. "Kinda hungry"
Mrs. Schaefer laughed and so did Mom as we took a seat at the student desks closest to Mrs. Schaefer's wooden desk. "I apologize for scheduling this kind of late, but I thought this should be addressed immediately"
I looked to Mom from the side of my eyes, my lips flattening at what this could possibly be about.
"It would be kind of nice to know what we're here for" Mom laughed another anxious laugh.
We both looked to Mrs. Schaefer for confirmation, but as she opened her glossed lips, I couldn't help but interrupt.
"Before you blame me, Mark's the phantom pooper!" I watched as both women looked at me with wide eyes. My mom's eyebrows furrowed at my words as she obviously had no clue what was going on and Mrs. Schaefer's mouth gaped open in something close to horror.
For the past three Fridays, Mark snuck to the top of the large playground slide, just before we were all called in for recess. Out of view of anyone at the top due to its curl at the beginning, Mark took a routine dump at the top. Right where you sit to slide down.
Tyler had laughed until his side hurt and I couldn't help but gag a little. He had no shame and just when we agreed that he should stop after three consecutive Fridays, Mrs. Schaefer had called me in today.
God, she probably saw one of us up there and assumed it was me.
She's gunna think I'm some freak who enjoys pooping in public places.
