Slender Son I walk into the classroom, and immediately regret that this is the place I've chosen to come to. The room is filled with snooty rich prep kids. Every one of them watches as I pretend to shuffle my cane around a little bit. The story here is that I'm blind. It's worth it. Trust me.Slender Son1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The teacher gets up from her seat behind the desk and walks over, "I'm here, I'm here."
She looks like a tall woman, maybe 5'11", and I still tower over her by half a foot at least. And this, only at fifteen.
She takes my free hand and leads me over to an open seat in the very front of the class. I frown, this probably won't work for long. My torso is thin, but very long, the people behind me won't be able to see anything. Hopefully I'll get moved to the back soon. But for the moment, that's where she sits me down.
"Folks, settle down, now. This is our new student," she says in a shrill, rat