James Thomas Marshall
Forty-six and Two
I feel so much better now
I'm going to hell
Yeah, whatever, die
What are you talking about?
James Thomas Marshall was in the 11th grade. Today was his third week of classes and he already hated this school. Jimmy moved to this podunk backwater town 6 weeks ago. His mother moved here to take a job managing the auto factory here.
Jimmmy's stepfarther, or "I-hate-you," as Jimmy liked to call him, was unemployed. Jimmy didn't know how his mother had ever fallen for such an abusive, worthless bastard, but Jimmy vowed to get rid of him one day.
But back to Jimmy's classes. Jimmy's teachers were all, in his mind, exteremely stupid. Even his calculus and physics teachers seemed moronic to him. So Jimmy slept through all of his classes and never turned in any work. When Jimmy's first set of tests rolled around he took them and scored perfect on every last one of them.
This brought Jimmy to today, the day his parents were to come to school and meet with the principal to see why Jimmy, who was obviously so smart, was not doing his homework.
So Jimmy slept through all of his classes again that day and went to the meeting with his principal and his parents. They were all already crammed into the pirncipal's office when Jimmy arrived.
"Ah, come in," said the principal.
Jimmy thought that the principal was the dumbest bastard in the whole school.
"Now son, what seems to be the problem?"
That's when Jimmy snapped.
"There is no problem, you stupid bastard."
Jimmy's parents were shocked and appaled by Jimmy's actions and immediately demanded that he apologize. Jimmy willingly obliged.
"I'm sorry you're a stupid bastard."
Jimmy's parents were once again outraged and embarrassed by Jimmy's actions. The principal managed to calm them down and asked to speak to Jimmy alone.
Jimmy's parents reluctantly left teh room.
"Now Jimmy, can you tell me what's bothering you? Are your parents being abusive?"
Jimmy replied: "What's bothering me is that you're a moron. The entire faculty is a bunch of utter fools. You couldn't teach me a damn thing."
"Oh really?" said principal Gastmier "you think so? Come here I'd like to show you something."
Mr. Gastmier walked to the wall and beckoned to Jimmy. "Come over here a minute."
Jimmy warily got up and walked over to the wall.
"Tilt that picture, there." said Mr. Gastmier.
Jimmy did so, and slowly a panel of the wall slid aside. Jimmy, utterly amazed at the hidden room felt a hand pushing him into the room.
"Now, Jimmy, come over here to this table," Jimmy walked into the room and for the first time he realized what it was.
* * * * *
Various instruments were nearly laid out on a small cart. Next to the cart was a table with straps on it. In the middle of the floor there was a drain. Dark stains covered the table and ran from underneath the table to the drain. The door that let them enter into this room slowly slid closed and when it finally shut and clicked closed. Jimmy stood in horror in the middle of a torture chamber.
* * * **
Jimmy looked up at Gastmier, it seemed as though he had changed into a different man. his eyes were lit up, and he had the most hideous smile on his face. This was certainly no longer the mild mannered, nice principal Gastmier. I was almost like a Dr. Jeckyl to Mr. Hyde. Jimmy was completely schocked by the whole situation; the transformation of Mr. Gastmier, the mere existence of this room. So Jimmy mindlessly agreed and let himself be strapped down to the table. It was as if he was watching himself from far away. After a few long seconds on the table, Mr. Gastmier finally looked at Jimmy and said "Well, Jimmy, you claimed i couldn't teach you a damn thing, I think it's time you learned about pain." With that, the Mr. Gastmier made his first cut and Jimmy returned to himself and let out a scream. Jimmy was finally learning something in school.
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Last updated 9-19-99