At 10/13/09 06:53 PM, M-Y wrote:
At 10/13/09 06:40 PM, powerfuldude wrote:
Yes, and if you miss even one question you get sent back a grade.
thank god i dont live in america
I knew a kid, I think his name was Josh, I barely remember it. Well, Josh tried to ask for help on a question on the PSAT, then he and the supervisor stepped outside or went for a walk or something, I guess so they wouldn't disturb the other testers. After about fifteen minutes, the supervisor came back but Josh didn't - after the test was over, I picked up some of the stuff he left, and asked where he went, the supervisor said he was sent home because that was his last question and he had finished outside, but I really remember turning in his answer sheet, as he had left it on his desk; regardless, I remember very well what happened next, I told the supervisor I thought I just turned in Josh's answer sheet, and the supervisor grabs me by the shoulder, and it feels like hes about to crush the whole area, and growls at me, "Go home, you've got a big day of school tomorrow, David." This scared the shit out of me because I hadn't told him my name, and my test sheet was mixed in the pile with the others. I get the fuck out of there and try calling Josh to find out what happened, but the number isn't working, it says the line's disconnected. I looked through the student directory, but there's a huge black line through his information, I remember thinking it was really weird, but I guess my little sister had just scribbled it out.
Now, I went to a small school in a Texas town, and the next day at school the teacher gives us an announcement about Josh's family having moved away - we weren't good friends, but he never mentioned anything about that to me. I think for the next few weeks I keep trying to find out what happened to him, really where he moved to, and I remember over time, people had even forgotten he was ever there - they didn't know, or care, I guess. I remember the last day I had been asking about him, on my way home from school I was stopped by some guys in this fucked up Astro Van. I vaguely recognize one guy, he had on machoman sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes, but he hands me this business card that's totally blank except for that pyramid with the eye on it, with sunbeams coming out from behind it. He grabs my hand, wrenches the card from it, flips it over and shoves it back to me, and says, "Here's the address of your buddy - Hey, we're going to be heading that way now, want a lift? We kinda got a full load but I'm sure we could squeeze you in." The door opens up and two guys in black suits get out, dressed too well to be riding in this beater that they're driving - I notice the man in the back was holding something, I only noticed because it was glinting, and the horrifying smile of the man holding it - I assume it was a knife or something. I suddenly realize that Josh was not that good of a friend of mine, so long as he was alive, I could find him any time, but all I can do is stand there in shocked silence. The first man asks again, "You sure you don't want to go see your buddy?" I can't reply, but he grabs me by the shoulder, with this monster grip and growls, "Good. It would be a shame if you had to move away too." He gets back in the driver's seat, and the two other men who had gotten out chuckle, one pats me on the back, hitting hard enough to almost knock me over, and they drive off.
I never asked about Josh after that, and I don't really care anymore. Everyone else seems to have forgotten him, and I really don't want to remember.
I don't really know what to tell you other than, "Don't Fuck Up".