The Misfits: A Short Story

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As Walter lowered himself slowly onto the folding chair he looked up at Scotty who was lost in a fuzzy haze of tears and smudged Clark Kent glasses. His constant wiping of his nose meant constant cleaning of his glasses and when he cried he was nearly blind. Walter reached up and took his friend's tray, then grabbing him gently by the elbow, guided him into his seat. The table had been provided by Mrs. Marchant, the lunch room monitor, after several failed attempts to force assimilation of the two misfits into one of the hybrid tables.

"Blow your nose, man. And take it easy when you do please. You're not in band practice ya know? Besides, when you get down with it, it sort of ruins my appetite a bit. Nothing personal."

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It's time for my allergy medication," Scotty said as he curtailed his chewing rather abruptly with a pronounced and exaggerated swallow and an audible, “ulp,” that made him look like a some kind of constrictor snake digesting a goat. Scotty stood up with his tray in one hand and pushed his thick glasses back up the bridge of his nose with the other. He was out of sight so fast that Walter thought of the little puff of a cloud that was left when the Road Runner said Meep Meep, and was gone in the Looney Tunes cartoon. He was going to have to pull his own Road Runner avoidance if he was going to get away from Wile E. Coyote.

When the Coach wasn't swaggering he was sauntering, the latter executed with twists of his neck and interlaced fingers turned and pushed out before him, both of which made audible cracking sounds as his joints popped. He would then twist his NCAA Championship Wrestling ring like he was winding himself up or something. All this Walter saw in his mind because he couldn't allow even his peripheral vision to go in the Coach's direction. It was like in the movie Jurassic Park where the Anthropologist told them the T-Rex responded to movement.

Unfortunately, the Wile E. Coyote that was the coach responded to the scent of fear and Walter was giving that off in copious waves. "Now where in the world did I put my ACME credit card," Walter thought to himself, which caused him to chuckle.

"Something funny,

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