This happened to me in the sixth grade with a guy named S in the same class.
This guy was always acting suspicious and incomprehensible. He was always sleeping during class.
He was always sleeping during class, only eating school lunch, and going home. Of course, he was made fun of in class, and I made fun of him too.
Now that I think about it, he may have been mildly mentally retarded.
When I was in the third or fourth grade of elementary school, I was in a class with him, and once we played tag with a few other kids, including S.
The rule was that if you sat on a chair after the chime, the game was over.
In other words, if everyone sat down after the chime, leaving the ogre behind, the ogre lost.
At first I lost the game of rock-paper-scissors and became the ogre, but S was the only one staggering along, so I immediately touched her.
S was the only one who was toddling around, so I touched him right away.
When the chime sounded, everyone went to the classroom at once and took their seats.
Everyone was complaining about S.
“He’s so boring because he doesn’t chase after me,”
“What is he doing?”
And soon after, S came into the classroom.
S came straight at me sitting on a chair.
And then, of course, he punched me. It seemed that he was trying to force me to stand up from the chair.
At about the same time, my homeroom teacher came into the classroom, so it ended without even becoming a fight.
All the classmates saw S’s behavior, so there was no one left to play with or talk to him.
Then a game called “stay away from S within a radius of 5 meters” became popular in the class.
This went on for the entire time I was in the same class with S.
I think it was around this time that S started sleeping in class.
Around July of the 6th grade, I was assigned to the same group as S.
This meant that we had to clean the small meeting room together.
As expected, the game of staying away from S was over, but I didn’t want to get involved.
This conference room was a place where no one took cleaning seriously because the teacher wasn’t watching.
I was playing with a broom, balancing it on the palm of my hand.
S was the only one who took cleaning seriously.
The chime rang to signal the end of the cleaning. At the same time, everyone threw the broom into the cleaning box and left the conference room.
I was in the middle of a balancing game with a broom, so I thought I would put the broom away when I finished the balancing game. When I lost my balance and the game was over
I realized that S and I were alone in the conference room, so I decided to put away the broom and leave the classroom immediately.
And at the same time, I realized that S was standing in front of the cleaning box.
In retrospect, I should have just left the broomstick there and left the classroom.
I knew he would get mad at me for having the broomstick out, so I said to S, ‘Get out of the way there…’
S said, ‘I wasn’t being touched then.’
With that, S ran away from me in a mad dash.
After returning to the classroom, S was running away from me on his own without me chasing him.
When I sat down in my chair, S grinned and looked at me with a victorious look on his face.
Is he continuing what he did that time? And this continued every day from that day on.
At first, I was appalled and did not take him seriously.
However, when I remembered that I had not hit him back when he had hit me suddenly before, I became very angry.
But I knew that if I tried to touch him, I would have to play tag with this idiot, so I held back.
I thought that if I didn’t play with him, he would stop on his own, but S’s behavior escalated.
He started dragging himself in his chair to go to the toilet.
Then he looked at me with a victorious look on his face. I was getting so pissed off at S that I couldn’t help it.
Then I had an idea. If I touch him on the last day of school and run away, he will be the ogre all the way until school starts.
I thought that he must be extremely frustrated because he would be the ogre.
Of course, S doesn’t know where I live. I don’t have any friends who can tell me.
S was still running away from me, but I could imagine how frustrated he would be when he was touched.
I started to laugh at him.
Finally, the day of the school closing ceremony came.
I had a plan to touch him and run away when S took off his indoor shoes to change into his athletic shoes.
The school closing ceremony was over, and the going home party was over. I pretended not to care about S and quickly left the classroom.
S was so stupid that he always didn’t take his school tools home with him, so his desk was full of his stuff.
I was trying to escape without any stuff so that it would be easier for me to escape.
I put on my athletic shoes, hid and waited excitedly for S to come.
About 30 minutes later, S walked in with his school bag, dragging his stuff on his back.
S took off his school shoes. At that moment, I slapped S’s head hard from behind and said in a hateful voice, “Touch-Touch!”
I said in a hateful voice and ran away from the place as fast as I could.
S reacted in a way I had never imagined: he screamed out “ohhhhhhhh!”
I ran, laughing. I turned around to look at S., who was running in desperation and frustration.
At the time, I was thinking that he might not have run after me with that big baggage.
However, S was running after me in his socks, leaving his luggage behind.
S’s desperation made me run away from S, laughing hysterically.
S said, “I’ll kill you!” “Curse you!” “Wait!”
He was yelling in a terrible voice.
The last part of his voice sounded as if he was forcing his throat to go funny.
I couldn’t stop laughing even after I got home. Oh, I felt so relieved, I really did.
In the evening, when I was watching TV at home, I heard a voice that sounded like it was not human, saying, “OhHoohh”
Intuitively, I thought it was S’s voice saying “I’ll kill you,” and I broke out in a cold sweat.
I wondered if he was still looking for me…what would happen if he found me…
That night I got a call from a teacher at school.
It was because S was dead.
He was hit by a truck.
I found out later that he ran the light and ran out into the street.
And he had no shoes on and his feet and throat were shredded.
And the time of S’s accident was exactly the time I heard the voice.
No one knew I was involved, probably because S was late coming out of the classroom with a big baggage.
Maybe S was running and screaming right up to the moment he died…
How happy I would have been if all I heard was that eerie voice…
That night, I heard that voice I heard the day S died.
I thought it might be my turn to be chased.
Since then, I have spent every day sitting in a chair.
I think I might be safe if I sit in a chair.
Now I am living my life as if I am imitating S at that time.
The way I sleep in my chair is just like S. who used to sleep in class.
Now I can’t approach strangers because they seem to suddenly come after me like S.
What an irony that I have to play the game again where I cannot approach within a radius of 5 meters!
