Madz the Unruly Student Chapter 13

Madz,

the Unruly Student

Book 1

"Away, Away, just Away!"

Ruwen Rouhs

Email: ruwenrouhs@hotmail.de

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Chapter 13

The great disappointment

The trip home from Hallberg Castle to Gondersdorf seemed to be shorter than the journey there. Actually, it wasn't, it just seemed much shorter to me, as I recognized the roads, bridges and villages as we speeded by. After dismounting in front of the school I passed the book of the knight Johannis de Montevilla into Paul's hand, "Take it Pollux, mum is surely afraid that it is bewitched." With that I sped down the road to the former monastery we lived in. I couldn't run down the village street fast enough, so I was glad to be home again. As I tore open the front door, my little sister let out a startled scream, because I looked like the Martian, having forgotten to take off my motorcycle helmet in my haste. "Mom, that was great! We were looking for a robber's treasure and I found an old book; Anders got to sleep with me in the castle of the chaplain and Anders and Alies invited me to sleep at their house next time!" In the meantime, I had taken off my helmet and found the little doll that Anders had given me for my sister and the small porcelain vase from the chaplain for my mother. "Carlo, that is the chaplain, Anders and Alies send you their regards and Paul, that is Mr. Beck, sends you word that I have been a good boy and are invited go with him to Hallberg Castle again at any time.

My mother of course wanted to know everything about Mr. Beck, Chaplain Carstens, Anders and Alies. I mentioned, of course, that Anders and Alies were half-brothers and she immediately wanted to know the family name of both of them. "It's tricky, asI Anders is called Andreas Dürr and Alies' name is Alois Bundschuh. They have the same father but different mothers. They are named after their mothers and despite their different surnames they are brothers, half-brothers." I corrected. Then I told her everything about Alies' store and the displays marked with Alois Bundschuh-Short Wave, Alois Bundschuh-Long Wave, Alois Bundschuh-Hairstyle." My Mom, my sister, and my grandmother just marveled, and grandma even praised me, "You really became more grown up during the weekend." "Did I grow too?" I asked curiously. She just shook her head!" Never mind", I thought, Anders likes his Baby-Boy.

Later I fell into bed dead tired and woke up only when my sister shook me awake in the morning. My classmates had noticed that I had gone on an excursion with Mr. Beck. They called me Teacher's Pet, but they were only jealous because I was allowed to ride on the Paul's motorbike. When Nickl repeated teacher's pet on the way home, I punched him in the nose. The next day nobody teased me anymore.

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Wednesday in the afternoon I had to visit principal Gerstle. Not because I had done anything wrong. No, because of my miserable spelling record. "Magnus, Magnus, how do you manage to make 30 spelling mistakes in a two-page essay? You'll never pass the entrance exam for the secondary school! Don't you want to attend high-school later? Isn't that what you want?"

Actually, I didn't give a damn about secondary school and high-school, but if Mom thinks it is important and Principal Gerstle does too and even Paul thinks so, then I probably have to attend secondary school. And the spelling! I was so sorry I wasn't able to show teacher Gerstle the book of Knight Johannes de Montevilla and the way words were spelled there. Didn't the Knight write "heylig creüsz" and meant "holy cross", or "jhesu Christj" instead of "Jesus Christ" or "unnd" instead of "und"? But teacher Gerstle would certainly have had an excuse why the words had to be written that way today and not differently. Therefore, I decided I would not try to explain to him how narrow-minded he was and promised to practice diligently. Luckily, I was able to dash over to Paul's apartment afterwards and read the book.

Saturday was really hot weather. After lunch we played soccer and since I was all sweaty, I persuaded Nickl to go swimming with me in the nearby river. Having no bathing suit with him, I borrowed him my gym shorts and went bare assed. In May th river-water was still much too cold for swimming and Nickl only went in up to his knees only I mocked him and I dared to dive under at least once. When I came out of the water shivering my dick had shrunk to a little worm. I sprinting home I got warm again, despite wearing my wet gym shorts I had got back from Nickl.

After that the weather got warmer every day and in the beginning of June the swimming season started. After school we mostly chilled on the meadow river up from the bridge, where stones in the riverbed dammed up the water. Upriver of this short cataract the river current was slow for about 500 mand it's water deep enough for swimming. In the cataract the water rushed at high speed across sharp rocks, the water was shallow and the rocks between the pondweed and the scraggly hornwort den reached to the surface of the water. I only let myself drift down once over this rapid, because a second time I didn't want to have my belly scratched open by the sharp stones.

We boys almost always chilled in the short grass directly on the river shore. When the sun was burning hot, we dug shallow hollows in the sand on the shore, connected them with the flowing water through narrow channels and thus built our own shallow fish ponds. We caught fry with our hands in the shallow water and kept them in the pools. The girls usually chilled on blankets farther from the shore and chatted. When they finally went into the water, we splashed them wet and they scolded us.

When the weather got even hotter, we carefully tiptoed through the grass stubbles upstream along the reedy bank to a wide, shaded bend in the river. There, pond rushes grew along the edge in the calm water. They were now over two meters high, more than finger thick and their pith consisted of air chambers. We used them for rafts. For that we tore out reeds tied them up into a thick bundle. With the upper body we lay down on the rush bundle, headed for the middle of the river with a lot of stomping of our legs and then let ourselves drift leisurely downstream our chilling place.

Since our games in my hiding I had met Helmes only in school or church service. Now, at the beginning of the bathing season, I also met him from time to time at the bathing place above the bridge, but only on Saturday. Then he came down to the river to wash away the smell of a whole week's work in the cowshed and the pigpen. One Saturday afternoon in the middle of June, I caught him sitting on a half-submerged tree root in the bend of the river. At first, all I could see was his head looking down strained into the water. When I whistled, he looked up smiling and beckoned to me, "Come into the water Madz! Look! Now I can squirt also!" As I slid down the steep bank, I saw that he had pulled his trunks down to his knees and was rubbing his dickie furiously. Suddenly his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets and he began to breath hard "Look, look Madz, did you see it?" Two, three thick white drops flew one after the other from his stiff dick and splashed into the water, where juvenile fish immediately fought for their share of the cum. "Yesterday I came the first time!" He beamed with pride "Let's do it together" Of course, I felt like joining in. But then I remembered Anders and I refused. "Not today, I want to build a raft!" Since Helmes was afraid of deep water and couldn't swim better than like a rock he didn't join me.

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On Sunday afternoon I was curiuos if Paul was back from his trip to Carlo in Hallberg Castle. Finding his room locked, I descended the stairs again and decided to go for a swim. On the way through the school-yard I passed Paul's shed and looked between the slats. His motorbike was standing inside, so Paul was already back or hadn't visited Carlo. What could he do in this heat? Go swimming or chill at the river side. He had to be at the river. But where? , I had not seen him yet at our bathing place by the bridge and I guessed he probably had gone to the smaller bathing place half a km up the river. In daytime this bathing place was frequented mainly by girls and their smaller siblings, because there the water was quite shallow. After dark, however, young couples also met there and did their thing.

From afar I could hear the happy squealing of the little children and as I approached I saw them splashing around in the water together with their sisters. I surrounded the actual bathing place, because I had no desire to be addressed by the girls. Suddenly I saw Paul on a blanket in the shade of a willow tree a bit upstream, engrossed in a book. I wanted to surprise him, lay down on my belly and tried to crawl up to him like an Indian. I almost succeeded, if I hadn't bumped my knee on a sharp stone. My soft cry alerted Paul.

"I had been waiting for you Ganymede, but when you didn't show up, I fled from the heat!" "I was looking for you, also. I didn't know if you were back yet." With that I sat down cross-legged in the grass next to his blanket. He touched the reddened spot on my knee, "Not fatal!" he said, "Well?" He remained stretched out and stayed silent. After a long pause, I curiously wanted to know. "And you are not in Hallberg Castle today?"

"Castor is busy! He's planning a theatre play for the end of the school year. This weekend he will choose the actors for it together with a teacher, the school principal and the Father Meyer. Then they will hold the rehearsal readings to find out if the roles fit the characters in the play." "Is Anders taking part?" "No, of course not. Anders is only in the sevens grade and only juniors and seniors are allowed be part in the play. But since Alies will be in charge of lighting, I'm sure Anders will be involved in one or another way also." "Maybe he can do the masks." "Sure, the actors will need costumes and masks because they're performing Schiller's Robbers. With his knowledge about the robber Veit Scharpf, I'm sure he can think of the right costumes!"

Suddenly Paul sat up. He supported his upper body with his arms behind his back and began to stare at the forest on the opposite valley slope. This went on for quite a while. Then he turned his head to me and looked at me for a long time. "I'll miss you Ganymede!" When he saw my stunned face, "I'm sorry, but I should have told you sooner." He looked at me embarrassed, "Friends don't do that! But I couldn't inform you earlier. I just got the letter yesterday. At the end of the school year, I'm leaving Gondersdorf and will be teaching at the Hall Boarding School."

I must have looked quite dazed, because Pollux leaned over and pulled me to him, "My Ganymede, you know I like you. I like you the most of all the students. I've thought it over for a long time, but if you go to secondary school next school year, then one way or another I won't be your teacher anymore." I turned my head away and started to sniffle. That's when he squeezed me even tighter. "I promise you, I'll come visit you and invite you to come to Stadt Hallberg during the vacations. There you can play with Anders as much as you want and spend nice days!"

Suddenly I felt completely downcast. The sun was suddenly no longer sun and summer no longer summer, the river no longer smelled like river, everything was different, pale, colorless, sad. When I jumped up and wanted to run away Paul grabbed me, "Come my Ganymede, let's talk about it again tomorrow, maybe there's a solution."

But I didn't want to hear anything, I tore myself away and ran.

At home I went straight to bed. My mother wanted to know what happened, "Did you do something wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" I turned to the wall and pretended to fall asleep. I didn't fall asleep, not for a long time! Why? Why? Why did Pollux want to leave me. He was my only friend here. Nickl, Stanni, Helmes? They didn't count. The other teachers didn't count. Father Angler didn't count. Why does Pollux count? Why did I want him as a friend? I didn't know. It made me distraught and angry. If he were a frog now, I could have thrown him against the wall. If he were a fly, I could have plucked his wings off. At some point, despite my disappointment and anger, I must have fallen asleep.

The next day in school, I didn't look at him, not even when I was answering a question. To me, he just wasn't there. I ignored him. When he noticed my condition, he stopped taking to me in class. This made me even more angry, even more disappointed. On Sunday I was so happy to be able to continue reading the book I had found in the castle cellar on Monday. Now I didn't want to. Anyway, the book, let him keep it. It was with him after all.

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Friday came the bad news. I had to take the entrance examination for secondary school next Monday. On the first day in the morning I would have written spelling test and later on would be tested orally in local history. At the second day I would have to write an essay. On the third day there would be a math test and another oral test in general knowledge. In math, the four basic arithmetic operations were to be tested. The notice said that special emphasis would be placed on writing skills and spelling. My big weakness was the spelling. Therefore, mum's friend, teacher Gerstle, offered to practiced writing and spelling on the remaining two days.

Monday morning, I drove to Mühlbach for the first two exams and then on Tuesday and Wednesday for the others. Already on Friday came a letter from the school. Mom tore it open in joyful anticipation, began to read and turned completely pale. Startled she sat down on the nearest chair. "You are not accepted. They only can accept twenty-eight student in the sixth grade, and you're number thirty-one according to the grades."

Then she looked closer. "Your grade point average is 2.4, which is slightly better than the grade entitling you to attend the secondary school. You still have a chance if three candidates return their place. But they're assuming that won't happen." She sighed in disappointment, "They do write that we should try for a place at another school and wish you good luck." Mom suddenly had tears running down her cheeks and she began pacing the room, "No way! That was the only school you could reach by bus from here, and I don't have the money to send you to boarding school."

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I, too, was disappointed. I knew that the written spelling test had turned out badly. There had been too many words I had not heard before. In the oral exam, I was able to answer all the questions a well as in geography as about the animals and plants living in the region. I even knew the circumference of the earth, at least approximately.

In the essay we were supposed to describe our best vacation experience. Since I always spend my vacations at home, there wasn't much to tell. So, I painted the visit to the Castle Halberg and especially the visit to the keep with the gruesome instruments of torture in vivid colors. I wrote that I got scared and I described the search for the treasure of Veit Scharpf with its negative result. The teacher did not like the torture tools, but was reconciled by the description of the search for the secret passage and the treasure. However, she gave me minus points because of the spelling. Of the math problems, I solved all of them correctly, but got point deductions for the spelling also, as the math teacher told me. I was convinced the deductions for spelling were unfair! Why can't I write the words the way I hear them!

Mother tried to comfort me, but today I didn't feel like being comforted by her. Instead, I went down to the river. I sat down on my favorite spot by the river where its water flowed very quickly over pebbles. The place was far enough away from the bathing place at the bridge and from the one the small one went. There I stayed alone for the rest of the day, either dreaming or skipping stones across the water. When I came home after dark, Pollux was sitting at the table. "Teacher Beck has been waiting for you for a long time. Where have you been?" Mom said and pushed me to the table. I would have loved to turn around and run away. I didn't need pity, especially not from Pollux.

Pollux's face was not as serious as I had expected. Me, his favorite student, not admitted to the grammar school! I didn't understand that. He should have been angry with me, but no. When he saw me standing in front of him so depressed, he suddenly smiled. "Has the world come to an end, Madz? Come on, there's always a solution! If they don't want you, there are other schools that will take guys like you in stride." As I looked at him questioningly, "I talked to Carlo and the Father Meyer of Hallberg. Carlo also thinks it's stupid that you can't attend secondary school. But he is sure to know how to solve your problem."

I still didn't trust Pollux. Besides, I didn't understand what Carlo and the Father Meyer of Halberg could have to do with my, that is, our problem. I looked at my mom and she smiled, worried but relieved. "Why don't you ask Mr. Beck what he suggests you do?" then she ran an encouraging hand over my hair. "You mustn't be angry with him anymore. Do you think I haven't noticed that you've been low in spirits for days. I could guess why when teacher Gerstle told me that your favorite teacher wants to change to boarding school in Stadt Hallberg." Then she nudged me, "Ask already teacher Beck!"

"Will you go to the castle with me this weekend?" Grinned Pollux at me conspiratorially, "We might be able to solve two problems at once. You can go to secondary school and I can keep my favorite student!" "How is that going to work?" slipped out of my mouth in amazement. "Whether it works or not remains to be seen? But for that you must stop being mad at me and come with me! Are you coming?" I would have loved to hug Pollux, but I didn't dare, because of a mom and because of Pollux. I had never hugged Pollux before.

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Authors Note

This is the English version of the story posted in German language. My native language is German and my English is very inept. I hope you don't mind.

Comments, reviews, questions and complaints are welcomed. Please send them to ruwenrouhs@hotmail.de.

And I would like to add, thanks for reading.

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