The Premonition

School Daze

Chapter 5

From the Very Odd Mind of

Eric Murphey

Its been a week and I am starting to get into a groove as are the students. The newness has worn off. Actually that is so not true. Everyone is still thrilled. The children love being around other children all the time. The teachers love feeling normal again. I feel like I am on top of the world. Because I'm the principal dammit. The H.N.I.C. bitches. I'm sitting at my desk letting lunch work its way into my system. The boys and I are going to get fat I think having lunch added to our diet. But we will certainly work it off come spring time. I hear a knock at my door.

"Come in."
In comes the boy that suggested the chess club that I turned into a tournament. I think it will be a lot more fun that way and I also think its not a bad idea to have it. It will increase our students problem solving abilities and teach them how to plan ahead. He is a cute boy. Still looks nerdy. I have no idea why. Sure he is wearing glasses but that doesn't make a person automatically nerdy. Its his demeanor I think as I look over his lovely body. He is 11 I have since found out with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He is tall and lanky.

"Hello Mitchel." I say to him.

"Hi Mr Martin."
"I take it you have the plans for the tourney figured out?"
"Yes sir."
We go over his very, very detailed plans. For about an hour. I am not knocking his plans. He has obviously spent many painstaking hours on it.

"So what do you think?" He asks looking up at me smiling.

He and I are sitting next to each other at a table that's in my office his plans laid out across it. I give him a hug and he seems to melt into my arms as I do.

"You did an amazing job. I am really proud of you."

He hugs me back as I am hugging him.

"Mitchell I noticed your pretty tall. Are you going to play basketball?"
"No I'm no good at that stuff."
"But you are great at chess though right?" I ask knowing he is because I have played him three times and at no point after the first few moves did I ever think I was going to have a chance in Hell to win.
"Sure I play all the time and read books on it."

I stand up.

"Walk with me. I have an idea."
We head to the cafeteria which is not my idea. However its a good one because I know there is peach cobbler left over from lunch. I get us both a big scoop and heat it up in the microwave and we sit at a break table the workers use. OK The workers and me. See I still helping some with lunch getting the final touches on it. I like it and they enjoy the extra help. Have to join in and help wherever we need too anymore. We start eating our cobbler.

"Mitchell now don't get offended or anything. Its not my intention. Back before all of this happened did the other boys pick on you?"
He looks down into his cobbler and I know the answer.

"I think its because you are so smart and you love learning. Which is to be celebrated not looked down upon. But what you forgot is to be a boy. You are so smart you forget to have fun."
"Chess is fun." He looks up defending himself.

"I completely agree it is great fun. But I mean fun like kick ball and basket ball. Games that don't take cerebral power."
"But I'm no good at them."
"How much do you practice playing chess?"
"Couple hours a day I guess."
"About what the boys used to practice sports then."
He shrugs still as smart as he is doesn't see where I'm going with this. We finish our treat and I walk into the gym him behind.

When I stop he stops and hugs me. His head is at about my chest.

"Not that I'm complaining. But what is this for." I say hugging him back.

"For listening to me. For taking me seriously and for the extra cobbler."

"You are a good boy Mitchell. I'm sorry people treated you like shit before. But things are better now eh?"
"Yeah." He says and for some reason that yeah bothers me.
I am running my hand up and down his back. He seems to be loving the attention.

"Mitchell I should know this and will about every student soon. But who do you live with?"
"My mom."
I think to myself Momma's boy. I bet she wouldn't let him play sports because she thought they were too dangerous. He holds me a good minute before he breaks the hug. I sure wasn't going to break it because it seems like he needs and craves it.

I see a ball and go grab it. I walk up to the free throw line and shoot and swish in it goes nothing but net.

"See Mitchell when I was your age I grew up in a suburb and we had a basketball goal. I spent many countless hours shooting hoops because I was bored or trying to figure something out. Its actually very relaxing." I tell him as I retrieve the ball. I go back to the line and have him come stand next to me.

"Now when you start." I say dribbling the ball. "You will miss nearly every shot. After a while you start hitting more and more. Then pretty soon you're a master at it. Like you are at chess. You young man have the perfect body for basketball you just don't know it yet. Now when you shoot." I go through the motions and show him how to jump as you release the ball and to roll it off your finger tips. I again hit the basket. I retrieve it again.

"Now you try." I say and hand him the ball.

"But, I'm not any good at it." He protests.

"So you started chess as a Grand master?"
"No that's silly."
"Come on try one."

He bounces the ball a couple times. He bounces it off his foot and it shoots away from him.

"See Mr Martin I suck."
"Now that's bullshit. I never thought of you as a defeatist." I say lightly scolding him. I chase the ball and bring it back.

"Now you learned don't bounce it off your shoe. It doesn't work as well bouncing as the floor. Lesson one is over." He smiles when I say this to him.

"Now try it again buddy."
He dribbles the ball a couple of times. He shoots and he is as stiff as lumber when he does and its obvious its going nowhere near the basket.

I chase the ball and bring it back.

Mr Martin whats the point? You see I was like three feet from the basket."
"Yes you were. But it was straight. Also you need to loosen up a bit when you shoot. Relax a little." I say handing him the ball and then massage his shoulders.

"Relax and then shoot the ball."
I release his shoulders and step next to him.

"Come on you can get this. If me a dumb jock can do it. I know a smart boy like you can."
"You aren't a dumb jock."
"Mitchell I may know more than you now. But you are way smarter than I am. You have the ability to learn just about anything I think."
He grins at the praise.

"Now come on you got this."
He shoots and it bounces off the rim this time.

"See you are getting way closer now."
It takes nineteen shots but finally the nineteenth hits the rim bounces a few times and falls through the net.

"Yes!!! That was awesome!!!" I shout and wrap my arm over his shoulder and pull him into a hug swinging him around. He again melts into me and I am enjoying spending time with him. He is a smart boy who has confidence with learning but nowhere else. We play around for an hour or so and I teach him to do a lay up and he is getting pretty good with that. We are both sweaty now and we have a few hours left in the school day.

"Now I want you to come see me tomorrow during your free time and we will practice more. OK?"
He grins at me.

"Sure."
"You who thought you couldn't do it. Look at you now a pro at it."
"I'm hardly good at it. But I see its fun now."
"That's the point of it."
"Mr Martin?"
"Yes Mitchell?"
"Would it be alright if I took a shower? I mean I can at home but we don't have hot water and its kind of a pain to heat it all up."

"That actually sounds like a good idea. I'm all hot and sweaty myself."
We walk into the locker room and I grab some towels for us and we sit down in front of some lockers and I strip down pretty quick. He is having some hesitation it seems.

"Whats the hold up?" I ask as I strip my undies off and I see he is staring at my member.

"I never been naked in front of anyone before?" He answers still staring at my cock. Which frankly is turning me on.

"So first time for everything right?"

"But.…"
"No buts. Except naked ones. Come on."
He giggles at my word play and strips off his shirt. He slips off his shoes and slowly takes down his pants and reveals a very hard three inch cock. He quickly covers it.

"You young man have nothing to be worried about. You have a beautiful body you should be proud of." I say taking his hand away and admire his cock.

"He looks down."
"But yours is huge. Mines so little."
"For your age its not little at all. Yours is pretty big. Gives you a lot to play with."

Its as fat as a marker and three inches of proud boyhood.

"I um never did that before."

"You haven't ever played with it before?"
"No sir. Before we used to go to church and they said its a sin and you go to Hell for it."

I sit next to him.

"Come here."" I say and tap my leg.

He sits on my leg and I look at him in the eyes.

"Now I don't know about God and that. But I know what I believe. I don't believe that the Creator gave us the ability to make ourselves feel amazing and then says we cant do it. Does that make sense to you that you can feel amazing and a loving god says you cant do it?"
"No I guess not."

"Now I don't know about heaven or hell or any of that. But what I do know is most every boy in the world plays with his cock. You know why?"
"No sir."
"Because it feels amazing is why. Would you like me to show you?"
I can see he is excited at the thought but worried too. I gently put my finger and thumb on his throbbing cock and start to gently stroke him.

"Ohhh." he moans out.

I stroke him for maybe a minute and I feel his body tense up and he starts moaning louder and is pushing his cock up into my finger and thumb.

"Oh Oh oh!!" He shudders and a little shot shoots right out of his cock and lands on his chest.

He is breathing heavy as I slow and stop. I take my free hand and wipe the cum from his chest and taste it. He is catching his breath and looks at me with amazement in his eyes.

"That was better than getting a basket." He grins.

"Yes it is." I reply. "Now lets get showered."
He is still grinning at his new found knowledge. He gets up and I help him on his wobbly legs to the shower. I'm rock hard now because well I just stroked off a cute boy so its only to be expected.

We get in the showers and I turn on the head in front of me and apparently we are sharing because Mitchell is right next to me. His cock still solid as the cinder blocks the shower is made from. I grab the bar of soap on the rack and start to wash him and he is loving the feeling of being washed by someone else. He is pushing into my hand as I wash him. He truly is starved for affection it seems. I wash him and his hair and then start on me. He starts washing my back as I get the front which feels amazing. I will never grow tired of a young boys hands touching me. I wash out my hair and turn off the water. We head back into the locker room and he is still rock solid.

"Mitchell lay down on this bench here."
He does as I ask and I kneel next to him and start stroking him again and he moans almost immediately. I bend down and take his cock into my mouth. His eyes shoot open in surprise at the new feeling and he watches as I suck his cock. He puts his hands gently on the back of my head as I work his member in my mouth. I start to work him faster as he pushes up into my eager boy lovers mouth.
"Oh Mr Martin. I'm going to ahhhhhhh" He says as he forces his cock into my mouth to his pubic bone. I can feel it throbbing and await the nectar that is to come. Sadly it doesn't this time. But he starts gently pumping in and out as the feelings start to waver.

"Oh Mr Martin that is even better." he says astonished.

"Yes my young friend you are correct." I say as I release his cock with a pop.

I see his cock is deflating and admire it in its resting state.

"You Mitchell are a beautiful boy."
He grins.

"Do you think so really?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Now lets get dressed and get you back to class."
"OK." he answers seeming sad by the thought of departing my company.

We get dressed and I walk him to his class and he goes in and I head back to my office. I think about having a jerk session but for some reason decide against it. But I am thinking of the hot scene that just happened as I work on things for the school. When its time to go my boys come to my office Khalid in tow.

"Daddy can Khalid stay the night?" Jack asks me.

"If you promise to go to bed when you are supposed to. We have school tomorrow."

They both grin because they got their way.

"Come on lets get going home."

As we leave the office Mitchell is waiting and grins when he sees me.

I put my arm around him and he hugs me tight

"Thank you Mitchell." I tell him as I hug him back.

"See you tomorrow Mr Martin." He says grinning and racing off to wherever he needs to go.

Jack looks at me funny and we head to the truck.

We get to the house and the boys are doing their homework without being asked. I tell you its a brand new world for sure.

When they get done I'm reading a book and they start playing their video games. They are having a good time and I get up to start supper. I decide baked chicken with boiled potatoes and veg all sounds good. So I get the chicken ready as the stove heats up and peel potatoes after the chicken is in the oven. I get it all on and cooking and go back to my book and enjoy it until the timer goes off. We have a nice supper and joke around a bit as we eat. All in all it was a nice evening. Later I head to bed and Khalid and Jack are set up in the living room again. I lay down and a few minutes later Jack comes in and hops on the bed next to me.

"Why did Mitchel give you a hug?" He asks me.

"I imagine because he needed one."

"Hmph." Is all he says.

I'm not sure how to react because Jack has never shown any signs of jealousy before. Not ever. So I'm flummoxed at this.

"Do you think he is cute?"
"Yes."
"Hmph."

He stares at me and gets up and starts to head back to the living room.

"Get back here." I tell him.

He comes back begrudgingly. I pull him to me and hug him.

"Jack I love you so much. Why are you worried about Mitchell?"

"Well, daddy he is so smart and cute and stuff. Do you like him better than me?"
"Of course I don't. Is that what you are worried about that he is going to take your place in my heart?"
"Sort of." Jack says into my chest.

"That could never happen in a million years. There is room in my heart to love lots of people. But you have a special little corner reserved just for you."
I can feel him smile against my chest.

"Shouldn't you be in with your friend?"
"I suppose so." he answers and climbs off of me and heads back to the living room. A few minutes later I hear them and they seem to be having a rather good time from all the moans I hear. I think about having a jerk and decide I'm more tired than horny and am asleep in minutes.

The next morning I wake up and feel a mouth on my cock and it feels good. I open my eyes and look down and see Khalid.

"Morning Khalid." Seems like the right thing to say. He lifts off my cock and smiles.

"Jack said you like getting woke up this way." And goes back to sucking on my cock.

"Jack isn't wrong."

I just lean back and enjoy the feelings of this beautiful black boy sucking on my cock. He starts stroking the shaft as he sucks. The boys are teaching him really well it seems. It only takes me a few minutes and I unload in his mouth. I tell you it made me cum harder when I saw the bits of white cum leaking out and onto his dark skin.

After a minute or so I catch my breath and he looks up and shows me his pearly whites.

"Ready for breakfast?"

He giggles and we get up and head out to start breakfast.

Jack is at the table drinking some juice. He has coffee brewing for me. I have become a coffee hound. I used to rarely drink it. Now I just love it. What happened?

"So whose idea was it for Khalid to wake me up that way?" I ask Jack.

"It was his kinda."

I sit down and take a drink of my coffee. I just look at him and he is squirming. I'm wondering whats up.

"You like him right?"
"Of course I like Khalid. Hes a good boy. Whats not to like."
"Do you like him better than Mitchel?" Jack asks me.

"Jack what is your issue with Mitchel?"
"Nothing." He says and looks down at the table like its super interesting Formica or something.

"Jack I don't lie to you. Why are you lying to me." I say kind of hurt by it.

"Its just hes just so........ I don't know hes so fucking perfect."

Jack swore. I think that's a first.

"How is he perfect?"
"I don't know. He is like really cute for one. He knows like everything and stuff. He used to be a jerk about how smart he was. Its why we always picked on him."
Now I'm getting upset. Mad even.

"You picked on him?"
"Yeah but daddy he deserves it."
"You said that in present tense. Are you still making fun of him?"

Jack looks down. I know the answer. I'm furious.
"Jack I'm ashamed of your thinking. No one DESERVES to be picked on. How would you feel if someone picked on you?"
I can see the teardrops hit the table. He races out and goes to the bathroom we never use. I still don't know why. Its a perfectly good bathroom. Its no better or worse than the one we do use. I hear the door shut and lock. I look at Khalid.

"You making fun of him too?"
"No sir. I been made fun of for being black. It ain't no fun."
"No sir it is not."
I get up from the table and start making some oatmeal. Because I'm so angry I don't think I could make anything else.
"You gonna whoop him?" Khalid asks me.

I turn around with a big wooden spoon in my hand.

"I don't know. I may."

Eddie and Jim walk out as I'm saying this.

"You may what dad?" Eddie asks me.

"I may spank your brother."
"What I didn't do nothing." Jim says quickly covering his behind. I have never spanked the boys so I know his parents used to spank him.

"Not you unless you are a part of it too. You been making fun of Mitchel?"
"No sir. I don't even really talk to him."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. Hes always talking about smart stuff. I mean its cool and all. But sometimes I don't want to think about all that stuff. You know. Just be a boy. Have some fun chasing each other or something."
"Sit down breakfast is done I put apples in like you boys like. I need to get dressed."
I go to my room and am now furious at Jack.

"Making fun of people thinking that's OK." I say mumbling to myself.

"I cant believe my son. Is doing that. Hes a fucking bully is what he is. Picking on a boy." I am just steadily mumbling as I get dressed about my disbelief in his behavior. I finish getting dressed still mumbling to myself. I'm in total shock at his behavior. Such a sweet caring generous boy doing that to another boy. I remember it. I was picked on in school. I wasn't the main target but I was certainly one of them. I walk by the door and I hear Jack in there crying.

"Get your ass out here and eat and get dressed!" I half shout through the door.

I walk into the kitchen and all three boys are looking at me in disbelief.

"What?" I say kind of gruff.

"Nothing dad." Eddie answers for them As all three look anywhere but at me.

A few minutes later Jack comes out dressed still sniffling. He eats a little bit and he puts it in the fridge so he doesn't waste it. We just don't do that with anything. If we had left over Ra-men noodles we wouldn't throw them out. Not that I got any of those things. But if we did. You get the point. We all head to the truck to go to school. I get in and I see Jack start to climb in and sit next to me. He looks at me and then says to Jim.

"You sit next to daddy today. I will sit in the back with Eddie."
I don't remotely like how this is playing out. I don't like the situation. I don't think I'm being hard on him. I think I need to think for a while before I say or do anything I may regret later. When we get to school we all climb out and Jack starts to go with the other boys.

"You. Here now." I say and point at my side.

He looks at the ground and slowly works next to me. I walk to my office and he is with me looking so pathetic and sad. Rightly so I'm thinking. I really want to put my arms around him and tell him its OK. But its not. I cant let this go unpunished. I just don't know how yet. When we get to my office I look at him. OK I'm glaring at him to be honest.

"Sit." I tell him pointing at the couch in my office.

I start working on my paperwork. You would think in a new world we could avoid this shit. But it does seem to be needed to make sure everything is ready and we have what we need. I don't want to have half a lunch or something. I'm sure it was easier before. Just place an order and in a day or so its there. After half an hour or so I hear.

"Daddy may I get book?" He asks quietly.

I don't even look up.

"No you may not. You sit there and think about what you have been doing. How it affects Mitchell."
Sniff sniff I hear. I look up at him.

"You ever make Mitchell cry?"
I see Jacks puffy red eyes and the tear stained cheeks.

"Yeah a few times."
"So you make him cry and you think that alright. You know for sure you hurt his feelings yet you kept doing it. Did it make you feel big or something?"
"No."

"So why did you do it?"
"I don't know. Hes just so smart and always bragging about it."
"Oh so to make yourself not feel stupid you did something dumb. That's how racism works you know. They want to feel better about themselves so they put down an entire race to elevate themselves. Which is what you did to Mitchell. How would you feel if someone starting calling Khalid a nigger?"
"I would be mad."
"Rightly so. Because one hes your friend and two you know its wrong."

"I guess."
"There is no guessing here young man. Its straight forward black and white no shades of gray what you did is wrong. Mitchell is becoming my friend. You made fun of my new friend and I'm upset with you for that. But what I am really upset about is that you thought it was alright. That its OK to treat another boy badly to try and make yourself feel better for not trying as hard as he does. Jack hes not smarter than you. He tries harder than you. He cares about learning more than you. You shouldn't insult him for that. You should be envious and try like he does. He is a very smart boy that's for sure. If the world wasn't in the mess its in now who knows what he might have become. He may have become a doctor an professor. A scientist or because of people treating him like you do a school shooter, a recluse that's shut himself off from the world like I did. I'm not saying I shut myself off because of bullies like you. But its because I like boys. I know how the world felt about it back then so I wouldn't let anyone in. Its probably why I never met you before. Your mom always liked me and invited me over. But I never accepted because I figured if she found out the real me she would hate me and be cruel to me. So in a way Mitchell and I are similar. Are you seeing this."
"Yes daddy." He answers and I believe he is seeing some light.

I go back to my work and a little while later I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in." I say and look up.

"Hi Mr Martin." Mitchell says with a grin on his face.

He cant see Jack because the door is between them.

"Come in buddy and give me a hug." I say holding out my arms to welcome him. He shuts the door and races over to me and wraps his arms around me tight. I hug him back just as tight. I spin in the chair and he sees Jack I know the instant he does. He tightens up and pulls away.

"Um oh Hi Jack."He says with zero enthusiasm. (Hi Zero)
"Hi Mitchell." Jack says with slightly more.

Mitchell is standing in front of me the smile now gone and eyeing Jack.

"I take it you know my son Jack."
He looks at the ground.

"Yes sir."
"Mitchell come here and sit on my lap. I want us all to talk a while. About what Jack has been doing."
"No its OK. I don't mind. I better head back to class."
"No you came to see me like I asked yesterday before I found any of this out. Mitchell you are a good boy and no one deserves to be treated like they aren't special. Because in this day and age we are all pretty special. But you my young friend are very special. Now lets get this out in the open."
"OK." He says reluctantly and sits on my lap. I wrap my arms around him to let him know I care about him and want him to feel safe against his bully. Who sadly is my son.

"Now Mitchell I don't lie to people. I think its better to just be honest and truthful. I'm not saying this to judge or be mean but Jack told me he has made you cry on numerous occasions To me that doesn't sound like its OK."
Mitchell is starting to cry now.

"Jack do you see you make him uncomfortable just being here. How does that make you feel. You feeling superior now?" I ask not being mean just stating the facts.

"I feel pretty bad about it. I guess..…"
I clear my throat at the guess.

"I mean I just didn't think about it." He finishes.

"Or care?" I ask my eyebrows raised high.

Jack looks down.

"No I guess I didn't care."
"Do you care now?"
"Yeah. Its just he is so smart I didn't think he would care."
"So smart people have no feelings?"
"No. I mean yes they do daddy. Its just here I am some dumb kid and hes all smart and stuff. Why would he care what I say?"
"You ever heard the expression sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me?" Both boys nod.

"That is the biggest piece of bullshit I have ever heard. Being beaten hurts less than words sometimes. A beating goes away. Words can stay and haunt a person the rest of their lives. Now Mitchell how did Jack making fun of you feel?"

Mitchell looks down and starts crying.

"Aw come here buddy." I spin him around on mynlap and hold him. He is crying hard. I can feel the tears penetrate my shirt as he cries.

I hold him to me and rub his back and whisper calming things in his ear. I let him cry it out. It takes a little while to work through his pain. The poor boy must have been made fun of his whole life. He finally calms down, and I still hold him.

"Mitchell how does it make you feel inside when he picks on you?"

"It hurts Mr Martin. I was so happy when the catastrophe happened because I wasn't going to be around other kids in school anymore. I was happy when it was just me and my mom and I could read and study all day. I got a real neat chess program I like a lot. I got to play with that a lot. I was real excited to come back to school though. I thought things would be different but they weren't. It was twice as bad as before. Not the picking on me but the thought.....No the hope I had being crushed by being picked on for being different all over again. I thought for a while about committing suicide to just get it to stop. But I chickened out."
"I for one am really glad you did. You are a great boy and I would have missed out on getting to know you. I'm glad you are here. But make me a promise OK?"
"What?"
"If you ever feel that way again you come see me. We will talk about it. If you want to talk to someone else that's fine too. Just talk to someone. Promise?"
"I promise."

"Good boy." I say hugging him tight again.

Jack is crying hard now.

"Mitchell.. sniff sniff....I....didn't know.....I am....sniff sniff...So So Very Sorry.... I....sob....Wasn't thinking......sniff sniff....I wasn't thinking at all."

He starts to cry uncontrollably realizing another boy was almost dead because of his actions. Now boys and people will never cease to surprise me. Mitchell climbs of my lap and goes to Jack and takes him in his arms.

"Its OK Jack. You didnt know. I forgive you."
"No...I didn't...but I should have....." Jack starts sobbing again as the tormented soothes his tormentor. I think about helping to soothe Jack but I realize its not my place to interupt this. It takes a while and Jack calms down and Mitchell the poor guy is crying too through it all. I can tell he is a soft hearted little guy. Usually like my Jack. They calm down and separate.

"Jack we aren't done here." I say and pull out a paddle and lay it on the desk.

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If you or someone you know is thinking of taking their lives. Please seek some help. There are lots of places to go. I think guys like us its a pretty high rate. So we need to stop this.

Trevorproject.org for youths. Its a great program because it has a thing you just swipe it and its gone so if someone walks in and you dont want them to see it.

Of course in the United States we have the new National Suicide Hotline. 988 which I believe you may also text.

In Canada you can call 1.833.456.4566 from 4pm to midnight est you can text 45645

In New Zealand 0508 828 865 or www.lifeline.org.nz

In Austrailia 13 11 14 for 24 hours crisis support.

National Suicide Hotline for the UK 0800 689 5652

Samaritans UK and Ireland 116123

Thats all I think my readers are from in English speaking countries anyway. If I forgot yours I am sorry please look for it on your own if you need it.

OK about this chapter. I think bullying is a very bad part of human nature and have from time to time in my childhood and even as an adult have had happen to me.

I dont think that if a majoy castarpohe like this actually happned that predjudies would actually disspear and may even increase. I hate the thought of startign over again and repeating the same stupid fucking mistakes again.

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