school teacher; high school drill team reunion; exhibitionism
Author: minna
I am a teacher's helper for young children, maybe in kindergarten or the first grade. The teacher was a spunky woman, and the children loved her. After some time had passed, I decided I needed to quit my job. As I left, I asked the children--just out of curiosity--what they thought of me. They said I was strict, scary.
I walk to the opposite end of the building, where my high school drill team is having a reunion. I don't know why I'm there; I was never on the drill team. My former classmates hardly notice me as they chatter about their high school years. I see my ex-best friend, who was never on the drill team either. She is part of this group, however, and I hear her complain about such-and-such move, how difficult it is.
I'm fed up with this scene so I turn to leave. As I push the glass door open I see my ex-best friend again; now she is coming inside. She waits for me to push the door open, which I am having trouble with. It is heavy.
I hurry to the airport and choose my seat on the flight. The plane turns into a lecture hall. I'm not upset about this because I am articulate during class.
(My alarm clock wakes me up and I fall asleep again.)
I am a different person; I am a white woman, maybe in my 30s. I drive around the streets of my hometown. I stop in a residential area and out of restlessness or loneliness, I start masturbating in the car. I hope that someone will see me.
