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“OH MY GOD!” the voice echoed through the school hall as poor unfortunate Larry Smith stood there on the school stage his trousers and tighty whiteys cruelly yanked down by Billy Crisp the school bully as Larry went to give his graduation speech
“look at the size of it!” one voice yelled
“FREAK!” one girl gleefully pointed shrieking with laughter
Larry pushed his thick rimmed glasses up his nose, slowly pulled up his trousers and underwear and walked off the stage with as much dignity as he could muster
“larry are you ok?” Becky Johnson asked him softly, her heart breaking for the poor guy
“i'm fine!” he muttered walking past her not looking anyone in the eye for fear theyd see the upset and hurt
she went to speak again and Larry bolted running out the door and into the night
“and he was gone!” Rebecca Louise concluded putting down her tea cup
“His family looked for him for years, but he was nowhere to be seen! Its sad, he was a dear friend of mine, if it wasnt for him I would never have even passed Mathmatics” she chuckled
since her time at “St Barnabas Highschool” Becky Johnson had gone to university and become a world renowned Mathematician, marrying her husband Gregory Louise and having a couple kids, and now a few grand kids, you could still see the young woman she once was behind the steely gray hair and the glasses she now needed for reading
Ben Mallloy turned off his tape recorder and thanked the woman for her time and her compelling witness statement
“if you find Larry, tell him.... tell him Becky Johnson still owes him that dance” she smiles remembering a long kept promise
the pair had been very close friends thanks to Larrys tutoring her in mathematics, they had shared many secrets and plans, she only wished he had confided in her about his biggest secret
walking back to his car Ben replayed the interview with the famous intellect that was Rebecca Louise
“this urban legend gets weirder and weirder” he pondered to himself
the next morning he went over to the library behind the counter a wirey older man was stamping books
“hello I was wondering if you had a copy of the “St Barnabas year Book”?”
“what year?” he asked putting down his stamper
“class of '67?”
he could have sworn he saw the librarian tense up
“your not looking into the incident of '76 are you?” he asked from the back room
“erm yes actually I have a podcast and a blog looking into urban legends and town mythology”
“you know the whole thing was baloney right?” he said smiling handing Ben the book he had asked for
“not according to the handful of people I have interviewed” he looked the man up and down
“i cant help you, I moved here when I retired, I dont know a thing about the class of '76”
“thanks for your help!” ben smiled warmly and found a table
he opened the book and found Becky Johnsons page
“homecoming queen, valedictorian, debate, cheerleading, home ec, wow always the over achiever eh” ben chuckled
William Crisp aka Billy Crisp
nothing under his photo, a scowl on his acne covered face
flicking through he finally located the page he needed, Larry smith, there was his name, his accomplishments, and a perfect square where his picture would have been
Ben flicked through the book hoping maybe he had been in a group picture
any group picture he would have been in “Missing from the photo is Larry Smith, who was not present on the day the photo was taken”
Ben went to the counter again “excuse me sir, erm someone has defaced this book, the one photo I was looking for has been cut out of it!”
the librariran took the book back looking puzzled “its not possible!” he said feeling the hole where the photo had once been “the books are kept under lock and key back here.... I will have to look into this, I will look into ordering a replacement, it may take a while!” he said apologetically
“thats ok, heres my number, im staying at Hotel in town let me know the minute you make any progress, I think I may be onto an actual story here!” Ben beamed
as ben left muttering into his dictaphone the librarian replaced the book on the shelf a small square photo fell from his trouser pocket, he picked it up quickly and threw it in the trash
“look at the size of it!” one voice yelled
“FREAK!” one girl gleefully pointed shrieking with laughter
Larry pushed his thick rimmed glasses up his nose, slowly pulled up his trousers and underwear and walked off the stage with as much dignity as he could muster
“larry are you ok?” Becky Johnson asked him softly, her heart breaking for the poor guy
“i'm fine!” he muttered walking past her not looking anyone in the eye for fear theyd see the upset and hurt
she went to speak again and Larry bolted running out the door and into the night
“and he was gone!” Rebecca Louise concluded putting down her tea cup
“His family looked for him for years, but he was nowhere to be seen! Its sad, he was a dear friend of mine, if it wasnt for him I would never have even passed Mathmatics” she chuckled
since her time at “St Barnabas Highschool” Becky Johnson had gone to university and become a world renowned Mathematician, marrying her husband Gregory Louise and having a couple kids, and now a few grand kids, you could still see the young woman she once was behind the steely gray hair and the glasses she now needed for reading
Ben Mallloy turned off his tape recorder and thanked the woman for her time and her compelling witness statement
“if you find Larry, tell him.... tell him Becky Johnson still owes him that dance” she smiles remembering a long kept promise
the pair had been very close friends thanks to Larrys tutoring her in mathematics, they had shared many secrets and plans, she only wished he had confided in her about his biggest secret
walking back to his car Ben replayed the interview with the famous intellect that was Rebecca Louise
“this urban legend gets weirder and weirder” he pondered to himself
the next morning he went over to the library behind the counter a wirey older man was stamping books
“hello I was wondering if you had a copy of the “St Barnabas year Book”?”
“what year?” he asked putting down his stamper
“class of '67?”
he could have sworn he saw the librarian tense up
“your not looking into the incident of '76 are you?” he asked from the back room
“erm yes actually I have a podcast and a blog looking into urban legends and town mythology”
“you know the whole thing was baloney right?” he said smiling handing Ben the book he had asked for
“not according to the handful of people I have interviewed” he looked the man up and down
“i cant help you, I moved here when I retired, I dont know a thing about the class of '76”
“thanks for your help!” ben smiled warmly and found a table
he opened the book and found Becky Johnsons page
“homecoming queen, valedictorian, debate, cheerleading, home ec, wow always the over achiever eh” ben chuckled
William Crisp aka Billy Crisp
nothing under his photo, a scowl on his acne covered face
flicking through he finally located the page he needed, Larry smith, there was his name, his accomplishments, and a perfect square where his picture would have been
Ben flicked through the book hoping maybe he had been in a group picture
any group picture he would have been in “Missing from the photo is Larry Smith, who was not present on the day the photo was taken”
Ben went to the counter again “excuse me sir, erm someone has defaced this book, the one photo I was looking for has been cut out of it!”
the librariran took the book back looking puzzled “its not possible!” he said feeling the hole where the photo had once been “the books are kept under lock and key back here.... I will have to look into this, I will look into ordering a replacement, it may take a while!” he said apologetically
“thats ok, heres my number, im staying at Hotel in town let me know the minute you make any progress, I think I may be onto an actual story here!” Ben beamed
as ben left muttering into his dictaphone the librarian replaced the book on the shelf a small square photo fell from his trouser pocket, he picked it up quickly and threw it in the trash