One story after another, all following a similar pattern.

              There was once a boy who was getting ready for his first ever school day. However during this week of preparation, this boy was visited by a stranger. This stranger told the boy ” I can help you get big grades, child but you must help me first, for with the benefits I promise you, there is a cost.” The boy knew nothing of value, nothing of costs nor anything of responsibility. The boy wanted his big grades, and so the boy said yes.

    So the stranger transformed himself into a black sludge, and he entered the boys ear, into his brain. He helped the boy. However as the boy went to school he realized that the costs were far more than what he bargained for.  The lessons were complicated spread out, disorganized and his mind could not pick up the pieces and put them together. It was only awhile after the lesson could he arrange the pieces, and make the lesson have sense. Then as he went to school he started using his lesson puzzle pieces to complete greater puzzles, and show intellect that no one in the classroom would guess that he had. He showed his literary ability to read the classroom books that the teacher had selected for the class to read, as he finished the books first.

           However the costs were still there, and they were still bearing on the boys mind. The boy went to the cafeteria, and he found a nice lonely little table for him to sit at. He looked around the table, and he saw other tables filled with people. People who had friends, people with conversations. The boy wanted to become part of the people, and he wanted to join their conversations but he did not know what to say. What he should do, or how he should even approach them. The boy sat at the table alone frozen with fear. Only to leave the cafeteria when it was time, and witness more and more cliques and groups of people moving through the hallways. Whispering about the boy, making fun of the boy… tormenting the boy.

        It was only till long after did the boy realize what kind of terrible deal he had truly made.

        The stranger took away his ability to understand people

      The stranger took away his ability to know people

          The stranger took away his ability to talk to people

           and as the Stranger turned the boy into a reject

          the only thing he gave back to the boy

           was a different way of learning from other children

                   and when the boy finally realized this, black sludge oozed out of his ears, and the sludge became the stranger again, and he began to walk to the door.

                      ” well that was fun you stupid child, now excuse me but I have another kid to screw up”

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