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Special Class Part 2
"Reese, I'm afraid your father and I have some bad news for you," Lois said, when Reese walked in the door. After the awful meeting with Mrs. Kaiser that morning, Hal and Lois had decided it would be best if they told their son right away what the malicious teacher was doing to him.
"What'd I do?" inquired Reese suspiciously.
"Well, we met with Mrs. Kaiser today. She has decided to move you into a different class."
"What class?"
"Um," Lois swallowed the lump in her throat, and glanced quickly at Hal. "The Special Class."
"The Special Class?! But Mom, that's where the crazy kids go!" Reese yelled.
"I'm so sorry honey, but there's nothing we could do! We tried, but it's hopeless." Lois felt her heart breaking for her second eldest son.
"Your teacher's a real bitch!" announced Hal.
"Hal!"
"Well, I'm sorry Lois, but she is. There's no nicer to say it. It's not my fault she's got a stick up her ass! I'm proud that you survived in that classroom for so long, Reese." Hal left the room after noticing the murderous looks his wife was shooting towards him.
"Maybe it won't be so bad," Lois reached out and awkwardly patted Reese's arm. It was an unfamiliar gesture; the family was not big on touchy-feely motions.
Reese ignored his mother and stomped off to his room. He slammed the door loudly behind him. For the next hour, Reese proceeded to demolish everything breakable that lay in his path. After an hour of destruction, Reese collapsed wearily and angrily onto his bed, where he lay, face down, for the rest of the day.
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"Reese! Get up! It's time for school," Lois yanked the covers off of Reese's bed, and pulled open the curtains to let the streaming sunlight in.
"Mom, I don't feel so good," groaned Reese.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but you're going have to go to Special Class sometime. You can't just lie in your bed and ignore reality for the rest of your life. I'm taking breakfast off the table in 5 minutes, so get your butt out of bed." Lois walked out of the room, ignorant to her son's pleas.
When Reese finally got the courage to get out of bed and enter the kitchen, Malcolm and Dewey averted their eyes. Lois had already informed that if they made fun of Reese, they would be punished like they'd been punished before.
The family ate their meal in silence. For once, there was no food throwing, no disgusting noises, and no loud and inappropriate jokes. The three boys simply and quietly ate their French toast, grabbed their backpacks, and trudged silently off to school.
With each step that he took, the sense of dread harboring in Reese's stomach grew to enormous proportions. By the time he arrived at school, his hands and face were sweating. Reese had never felt so tense before.
When Reese arrived at his classroom, he entered and approached Mrs. Kaiser. "Mrs. Kaiser? I know I'm supposed to be in the Special Class, but I don't know what room it's in."
"It's 4 doors down on the left. You'll know it because of the big rainbow poster that's on the door."
"Thanks Mrs. Kaiser." Reese sighed, and walked 4 doors down. Mrs. Kaiser was right; along with the giant rainbow was a huge sun and moon. It was too cheerful. Reese felt like he was going to hurl.
Nevertheless, Reese somehow managed to summon up the courage to step inside. A smiling dark haired woman gestured him inside. "Hello Reese, I'm Mrs. Lapidese."
"Yeah, whatever," said Reese, sullenly sliding into an empty desk. The start of class bell rang.
"All right class, today we have a new friend joining us! Everyone give a big hello to Reese!" chirped Mrs. Kaiser.
"Hi Reese!" the class chorused. Reese rolled his eyes.
"Now, open your books to page 12. If I remember correctly, yesterday we talked about the letter 'L' so today we're doing 'M'! Does anybody know how we write the letter 'M'?" Mrs. Lapidese asked the class.
Reese couldn't believe it. This is what he would have to put up with? These kids were freaks! They actually made him look smart!
For the rest of the morning, the class had a scintillating discussion about the letter "M". Finally, it was time for lunch. Reese unhappily discovered that since he was now in the Special Class, none of his old friends wanted to sit with him. Poor Reese sadly ate his lunch all by himself.
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A week later, Reese felt like he was being tortured. He had never been put through something so agonizingly boring before. Even though the class had moved on the exciting number 14, Reese was still unhappy. He wished that he could be back in his own class.
That Wednesday, Reese went to the Special Class, only to see that there was no one there. He walked back to his classroom, and over to Mrs. Kaiser.
"Mrs. Kaiser? I went into the Special Class today, but no one was there," he said.
"Oh, it's you. Mrs. Lapidese is sick, so I guess I'm stuck with you today. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll reconsider about your staying into the Special Class permanently." Mrs. Kaiser turned away and continued writing on the blackboard.
Reese's
head was whirling with excitement. Oh yes! I might not have to stay in that hellhole!
But how do I convince Mrs. Kaiser that I'm smart? I've got it! I'll try really
hard! I'll raise my hand for every question, and I won't get into any fights.
That's got to work!
For the rest of the day, Reese was true to his word. He raised his hand for every question, although he never got one right answer. Reese cooperated with his peers, and was even friendly to kids he that he had beaten into a bloody pulp a few days before. Mrs. Kaiser had no ammunition against Reese. He was trying hard, and acting perfectly.
At the end of the day, Mrs. Kaiser called Reese up to her desk. "I've changed my mind about you. I suppose that you may continue to stay in this class, as long as you don't give me any more trouble. Have you learned your lesson?"
"I sure have, Mrs. Kaiser! I won't be trouble anymore!" exclaimed Reese. He skipped joyfully outside, and then turned and threw a stink bomb into the classroom behind him. The sound of Mrs. Kaiser shrieking in horror and anger was music to Reese's ears.