Gunch

The bell rang, indicating class was starting.
The Teacher started talking.
But before he was able to really get anything accomplished...
Gunch raised his hand.
"Yes, Gunch?"
"I don't understand."
"Well, Gunch, the class has just started.  I'll explain in a moment."
But Gunch continued to speak.
Teacher tried to calm Gunch down
But Gunch continued to speak.
Teacher let Gunch go, thinking he would calm down at some point.
But Gunch continued to speak.
Teacher tried to address his problems
But Gunch continued to speak.
Teacher tried to move class forward
But Gunch continued to speak.
Teacher tried to tell Gunch that he could speak with the Teacher after class
But Gunch continued to speak.
Some of the other children started to tell Gunch to let class move forward
But Gunch continued to speak.
Teacher moved all other students to the corner so they could hear Teacher's lesson
But Gunch continued to speak louder, talking about how he was being prevented from learning.
Teacher called security
But Gunch continued to speak loudly.
Security tried to remove Gunch from the classroom
But Gunch continued to speak loudly, talking about how he was being attacked.
And no matter what Teacher did
But Gunch continued to speak loudly, talking about how he was being attacked.
Teacher went home
But Gunch continued to speak loudly, talking about how he was being attacked.
Teacher tried to move forward
But Gunch continued to speak loudly, talking about how he was being attacked.
Teacher was tired of Gunch
But Gunch continued to scream he was being attacked.
And Teacher grew tired of people asking him "How are you doing?" because the answer was always the same
Because Gunch continued to scream he was being attacked.



...and, frankly, I'm tired of writing stories like this.  I'm so extremely tired of it.  And I have nothing else to say that's different, nothing else that works, nothing else.  I keep needing to vomit, because it's still there, but I'm so very tired of vomiting.