The Kid Sitting Under The Oak Tree I stood in front of the old oak tree near the old McClathy Elementary School. That place brought back so many bad and unwanted memories to me. The kids and the teachers, why did they have to be such assholes? The floors and sidewalks of the school were completely covered in old, disgusting gum. Some of the ceiling had fallen off and nobody ever dared to clean the bathrooms. There was literally ca-ca everywhere. Yikes!
But, probably the weirdest part of my childhood trauma known as McClathy's Elementary School was the kid that always sat in front of the old school, beside the old oak tree. The kid was about eleven-years-old and he was always frequented the spot whenever I made my long trek from school to home. The kid, nobody ever came close to him, apparently it sent bad vibes to everybody. We dared each other to go up to the kid to see it's face, but none of us were ever brave nor stupid enough to