It was 1962. First grade. Snacktime. My deskmate was slurping and smacking.
Something in me snapped. I couldn’t take another minute of his bad mannered noshing.
So, I squeezed my own Mr. Goodbar into goo and covered my entire face. He stopped. The whole class stopped.
Yeah, I was the weird kid.
For Sacha’s 52 Weeks, 52 Words Writespiration Challenge. This week’s assignment: write about the weird kid at school in exactly 52 words (no more, no less).