School Days

And then I went to school. Things wasn't that good for me those first years. I could read simple sentences, knew my alphabet, do simple equations and spell my name when I entered primary, which would of been excellent except I wrote with my left hand. Some thing frowned up-on. I was told to write with my right hand. The teacher was a real pinched face person who didn't understand why I knew then the bell would ring, the principle would knock on the door or some-one, a man, was stealing my coat from the cloak room, which did happen. I was sitting one afternoon and seen a man looking in the class-room door window at me. After he stole my coat, I didn't see him again till I was accessed in grade 1.

My grade one teacher wanted me removed from school, I was so strange. I told her about her mother being sick before she knew, that the school was on fire one day hours before the alarm went off. and that my Grand Mother was coming to talk to her about slapping me and taking my small diamond ring my Father had given me.
It was decided I was to be accessed by the school board. After my testing they wanted to put me in grade three...two grades ahead! It was decided I was an "extra-sensory student". My family wouldn't hear of it. The kids were too much bigger and it was a rough neighborhood. The teacher was let go and I finished that year with the other grade one teacher.
The day the man came to see me again, I wouldn't talk to him at first. He wanted to ask me some questions. I asked him where my coat was. He looked scared. "Do you remember me, then." I told him I did and he left.
I still know this man today and he lives in my home town. I meet him walking down the street often. He was a investigator for the government for years doing X-files and paranormal incidents.