Weed: A Short Story

What did I do? I started asking myself this a lot in second grade. Every dirty look that came my way, What did I do? At, but the megar age of seven, I realized a lot of looks can appear dirty. And pretty soon, just a look in my general direction resulted in the burdening question forcing its way to the front of my mind. What did I do? What did I do? The question popped up like a weed in the garden of my mind. Kids may not be as biased as adults, but even as a kid things are thought of as weird. And then all those kids who did weird things were weird. Finding out you are weird is a very jarring realization. And more times than not leaves you wondering, What did I do? Kids may not be as biased but they are a thousand times more honest about their thoughts than most any adult out there. Kids, most couldn't hold their tongues if they were pinned …show more content…
“Okay?” as if school was for something other than well, school. “I will personally watching your grades.” She could do that? I thought only teachers could see grades. Even though at this point I'd never dipped lower than the C range I felt, uneasy. “Okay?” The clock hung in the hall showed me I was definitely going to be late today, this added to my unease. “And if you don't get all A’s,” she paused for what I can only imagine as dramatic effect. Leaving me to wonder how on earth she had any power over my grades. I was a decent student but even for me all A’s seemed crazy, and we were going to be starting fractions. “I'll have your parents put you back on the medicine.” Could she do that? Did she have that kind of power? I mean she was older than me, and my parents, by a lot. Did that mean she could do that?
“Okay?” I asked for the last time. And without a single smile, laugh, or even good bye she rounded the corner disappearing. Leaving me to wonder how I invoked such confusing words from a counselor. What did I