When I was a teenager, not as long ago as my older child would like me to admit or even believe, I was part, and witness of one of those moments...
The event happened while in high school, one afternoon. We had just come back from lunch, and to help with our digestion, we were given an exam.
The thing is, our teacher was mad about some kind of cosmic rule about a color code for pens to be used on our paper works. Being a teenage boy, then,
I had left very little place in my mind for this stuff, and was stuck with no good pen to do the exam.
I discreetly asked my friend sitting in front of me to help, and he obliged by giving me a pointy felt tip with ink. A wonderful blue bordering on the
glamorous dark purple...
Before going on with the pen, let me tell you where I was sitting. I was at the extreme left of the class, middle of the row, the desks of the line I
was in touching the big heater block that made the length of the class room. And the class had been painted a lustrous white a good month before.
I really wish I had brought my pen on that day.
I began writing my name, the date, read the first question and while I was answering it, the ink flow slowly diminished until it left speckles of inky
dots on the paper.
I did what everybody would have done, and gave a good one shake movement, as if it was a thermometer.
It was working again as good as new. After a few seconds, I noticed a small, but very noticeable blue dot of wet ink on the paper. I raised my left
hand a little, and saw I had smeared a few others on the paper. Looking at my left hand, I saw two bigger dots of fresh ink resting on my skin.
Puzzled, I raised straight on my bench, and noticed more dots on the left of the desk, this time the size of dimes and nickels...
Only moving my eyes, very slowly, I glanced at the heater... It showed a little ark of dots, running in direction of the wall! This time I couldn't
help but to turn my head and saw this long, very high ark of dots made of the same damn ink, circling on the freshly painted wall... coming to a steep
angle a little behind me, running on the heater again, following its course on the desk behind me.
I snapped right back in place in my chair, my heart racing while I was trying to assimilate what I was seeing.
It is at that time that fate struck a home run. And a loong one...
Once back in position on my bench, I noticed the right side of my desk... Yeah... There were traces of elongated dots, made by my right arm. I leaned
front a little to look at them, and looked on the floor, to my right.
There were also these dots of blue ink! And, of course, they lined up. So I followed the line of ink with my eyes, going at about a 45 degrees angle,
going straight... to the desk of one of the bad tempered girl we had. She was as slim as a toothpick but took a lot of space by herself.
When my eyes got to her feet, where the dots of inks stopped, I naturally lifted my eyes and to my horror, the poor girl had three big dots of ink on
her left cheek!!!
I knew I was dead at that time, but I had to tell her so she could go clean herself. And as I lift my arm to call her, and the teacher, she put her
face in her hand, rubbing it in a bored manner...
I was unable to say a word. No sound was coming out of my opened mouth, nor did I intend too at this point.
Her left side was painted in blue...! I cowardly asked my friend in front of me to give me another pen, pretending this one didn't work.
Somehow, I managed to do the exam. When the time was up, the girl's friends went to her desk to talk with her.
The scream the combined trio made, when they saw her face was scary... for me, fearing someone would link me to it by the traces.
I gave my copy to the teacher and stormed out of the class, very very ashamed of myself, while the other students were massing around the girl like
vultures... I never managed to find the courage to explain to her what happened. I wanted too, but just couldn't...
So this my Mea Culpa in front of you since I don't remember her name and don't know where she lives now...
And you, ever lived something similar???
Still... I feel for the poor girl, man!...
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