The car ride to school was a fairly calm affair with me, Teresa, and Samantha sitting in the far back bench seat of the car. Grandpa was listening to his Golden Oldies on the radio, Teresa was sitting on my left and rubbing her hands through my hair and nibbling at my neck in her best attempt to give me a hickey. On my other side was Samantha with one of her hands shoved down my pants absentmindedly rubbing all over my oversized genitals as she looked out the window. That was one of the things that really confused me. My cock was four inches long and one and a half inches thick flaccid, coupled with my nearly melon sized nuts there should be a ridiculously large bulge in my pants, especially when you factor in that I'm not even four feet tall yet. With the lack of bulging I can only assume those magic ladies put some sort of hammer space magic on my pants or something similar. As we turned the final corner on our ten minute trip to get to the school Samantha hauled my rapidly throbbing prick out, stuffed it in her hot gob, sucked as hard as she could to get any stray pre out causing her cheeks to bulge like a chipmunks, and then promptly swallowed before packing my cock back into my pants with a wink. As soon as we stopped Samantha got out of the car looked over her shoulder and pulled her sweatpants down enough to reveal she had no underwear on before pulling her pants back up and began walking towards the school putting emphasis in her hip movements. Looking at Teresa I saw she had her cheeks puffed in annoyance. Seeing me looking at her she grabbed my hand and jammed it down the back of her pants giving me a palm full of soft ass cheek and revealing that she wasn't wearing anything under her sweatpants either. As grandpa opened his door and got out Teresa gave me a kiss full of tongue before hoping out and running after Samantha. Getting out of the car I followed grandpa into the school after closing the side door. As we passed the doorway I was yanked back into a bundle of arms and giggling as Teresa and Samantha hugged me. Despite their "rivalry" they both knew they worked better together especially when it came to teasing me. I'm sure that if grandpa wasn't there they would have worked a few loads out of me, instead we just followed grandpa to the principles office to find out where the classroom we would be going to was located.
Ms. Lana Carpal was just as intimidating as ever with her gray hair in that same bobbed style. Her dark brown eyes gazed at us as if calculating our worth behind those same thin framed glasses. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves like you might find in the nineteen fifties. Stepping out from behind her big wooden desk with a steady clicking of her black buckle shoes she shook grandpa's hand and offered him a seat. Looking at me, Teresa, and Samantha she began her usual speech "I am Lana Carpal and I am the great and powerful principal of this fine establishment but you children shall call me Ms. Carpal or ma'am. Do we understand each other?". With a quick answer of "Yes ma'am" she returned to her chair and looked at some papers on her desk then continued "So you are here for first grade. I see that Teresa skipped past kindergarten to get here, Jonathan is in the grade he was supposed to be in, and Samantha failed to get into second grade. Young lady we will tolerate no lollygagging of any kind at this establishment. Academia is a sacred thing that should not be ignored or taken for granted. Do we understand each other?". Samantha responded with a subdued "Yes ma'am" Ms. Carpal nodded before continuing her speech "Good. Your classroom is number oh oh one. Your teacher is Ms. Tabitha Melom you will refer to her as Ms. Melom and you will show her the respect she deserves. Do we understand each other?" with a "yes ma'am." we left to go towards Ms. Melom's room.
A storm of nostalgia overtook me upon seeing more of the inside of the building I spent the first five years of my education in. Memories both good and bad flooded my mind as I walked. Upon reaching the classroom I saw the door was open as it usually was and that most of the kids were in their seats and attendance was half finished. At the front of the class was Ms. Melom wearing a long and baggy deep red woolen dress and a pair of black shoes. Nicole Grosmin, Melody Thompson, and Clayton Shaw from my list were sat at the desks closest to the window and they were all looking outside. I recognized several other faces that I didn't bother putting on my list. Christopher Morales was a boy who grew up in a very impoverished household. He lived with his paternal grandma, his maternal grandparents, and his mom in one house and with only his mom working life was hard for them to say the least. Especially with them being the only people of Latin descent in the area. Many times his family would choose to feed him rather than themselves. I used to call him my friend before he took his angers out on me eventually punching me in the eye hard enough to render it partially blind. He eventually turned to selling drugs to support his family. He ended up dying in prison old and alone. He was sat in the middle behind Alan Bronson. I had mixed feelings about Alan later on in life. He grew up with a single mother, an older brother, and two sisters. He learned to steal early on in life in order to put food on the table after his brother died. His mom ended up tending bar in a little pub in town. Not the best job for a struggling alcoholic. When his mother didn't earn enough tips to pay bills and her tab fourteen year old Alan would attend illegal gambling events with some of his less savory older "friends" to get just enough to make it to the next month. A generation ago he would be called a greaser, slicked back hair, a love of tough leather jackets, and a devil may care attitude. He was as charismatic as he was smart in mathematics a trait that paid off when it came to his gambling adventures. Towards the end he settled down had a family and eventually opened up a successful betting parlor. He was seventy five when he died. Even at the end he had that self assured smile he just had a few more wrinkles. Behind Alan was Walker Deverou the son of a fairly well off electrician who doubled as the repair man for the school. By the time he hit high school Walker became quite the skilled repairman for vehicles. Shortly after graduation he moved to one of the southern states and became a designer for junker off road racing vehicles. Frankensteins he called the ones he made in high school because you would take a part from one vehicle and put it in a new one. His favorite creation was an old truck with studded tank treads, a military grade engine, and an open topped semi's compartment that he used during truck pulls. I was pulled from my thoughts by Ms. Melom's voice "And who might you be dearies?" Samantha instantly answered "I'm Samantha, he's Jon, and she's Teresa.". Ms. Melom clapped her hands together and smiled "Hello, come on in, grab a milk, and take a seat.".
We grabbed a milk and walked to the last four desks available and sat so we could see each other while Ms. Melom continued talking "Today we are doing introductions and a little bit of reading until lunch. Get to know your neighbors, name, likes, what you want to do when you grow up, and favorite food. I'll go first. My name is Tabitha Melom but you can all call me Ms. Melom. I like reading, spending time outside, and helping you all prepare for the future. I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up so I became one. My favorite food is pizza.". The introductions kept going like they did last time until it reached Teresa "My name is Teresa. I like reading and my family, I don't know what I want to do when I grow up, and my favorite food is cock." she said in her innocent voice causing me to nearly spit take my milk and everyone to look at her. Samantha quickly cut in "Chicken, Teresa, chicken. Not cock." Teresa shot me a quick mischief filled grin as she said "Oh yeah chicken. Sorry I get the words turned around sometimes.". Ms. Melom cleared her throat and said "Well we all make mistakes dear. Now Samantha I believe it was your turn now.". With the air cleared so to speak Samantha took her turn in introductions " My name is Samantha. I like reading and my family, I want to be a fashion designer, and my favorite food is sausage. Your turn Jon." towards the end she turned slightly and gave a quick wink at me. Looking Samantha and Teresa straight in the eye I gave my introduction "My name is Jon. I like reading, math, and family. I want to make a world where those I love are happy. My favorite food is a nice juicy taco." based on how Teresa and Samantha turned slightly pink they got the innuendo in my introduction. Clapping her hands together again to draw the classes attention Ms. Melom began telling us the next announcement "Ok we are missing one student who should be here around lunch time. Now then" right in the middle of her speaking we were interrupted by Ms. Carpal speaking from the announcement system "Hello students and teachers the time is eight fifteen and it is time for the pledge of allegiance.". It's been a long time since the pledge was a thing in the schools. After the second civil war that ran from November of twenty thirty two to January of twenty thirty three the pledge as well as the Star Spangled Banner was pretty much gone from society as a whole. It was a short thing but it has been so long since it was spoken as something other than an act of defiance towards a crumbling society. I wondered if I still remember it all. As the speakers squeaked from faulty wiring we all began saying those old words as one "I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.". Ironic considering in a few scant decades there would be nothing but division as people would be burning the nation's flags while destroying historical statues and buildings in protest of past wrongs by people who had been dead for at least a century as if that would correct past occurrences.
By the year twenty twenty eight most world powers outside of our closest allies simply ignored the United States as it was destroyed from within due to a combination of people choosing to protest violently instead of peacefully and the rot brought by the "challenges" posted on various social media platforms. Despite my love for my country my love of my family was a lot higher. I know of several uninhabited islands owned by various governments that would be happy to sell one off to a wealthy enough buyer. With the potential incoming money from the lottery and investments I would make sure to buy one large enough to house my family just in case the madness continued the same way in this timeline that it did in the other one. If I just "happened" across one of the five unclaimed islands from my time there was a derivative of the eighteen fifty six Guano Island Act passed in twenty twenty seven that allow a person to own their own island and if they paid taxes to a chosen government they could become a subsidiary of said government. Of course the subsidiary would have the right to make their own laws and regulations including a secession from the government if necessity required it. With the Politicians in the United States government it would be child's play to buy enough of them to push the vote through and considering none of the next seven presidents would harbor the thought that someone would use it to escape a degrading United States they would pass it in a heartbeat. I was so wrapped up in the past that it took Ms. Melom calling my name to pull me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay Jon?" she asked in a voice full of concern. A quick reply of "I'm okay Ms. Melom. Thank you for asking" calmed her down and brought a smile to her face. Returning her attention to the class room she clapped her hands again and said "Alright class grab a book and get into groups of three. Take turns reading aloud from the book. Each person reads out loud for five minutes then passes it on to the next person.". Samantha grabbed one of the books before meeting up with us at one of the round tables. As Samantha began reading aloud Teresa leaned up against me and listened. It was one of those really big See Spot Run books that helped children with learning to read and pronounce words correctly. Long, repetitive, and honestly kind of boring so when Samantha's five minutes were up and she passed the book to me I decided to start doing my own spin on the book. Clearing my throat I began reading in the highest pitched voice I could get without causing throat irritation. "See Jane run. Run Jane run. Run run run. See Spot run. Run Spot run. Run run run. See Jane fall. Fall fall fall. Oh no Jane fell down. Wait Jane got up. Wait Jane fell back down. Wait now Jane is moon walking and going heehee. Wait that's not Jane it's Michael Jackson." By now the entire class was looking with half the class laughing and the other half was wondering what was going on. It was time to bring out my secret weapon….toilet humor, because there's nothing funnier to a child than the word "Fart Spot fart. Fart fart fart. Fart fart fartidy fart." right after the last fart I blew a raspberry on Teresa's neck causing her to laugh loudly along with the class. Even Ms. Melom let out a chuckle before pulling the classes attention with a clap "Okay now class let's all return to reading, and Jon perhaps you shouldn't give Spot so many baked beans next time.". With a smile I returned to reading the story normally completely forgetting to hand the book to Teresa for her turn or back to Samantha for hers.
By the time I was through the last bit of the book Teresa was asleep at my side and Samantha was just smiling fondly as I read. The bell for lunch and playtime rang causing Teresa to slowly wake up. With a yawn and a stretch she looked at me and smiled. As she began leaning forward Ms. Melom clapped her hands and cheerily said "All right children make a line and follow me to the lunch room.". We all made a line with Teresa holding my right hand and Samantha holding my left at the end of the line where my classmates wouldn't see us holding hand. I knew from experience how easily a child's feelings got hurt by bullying and I wanted it to be a good first day for Teresa and Samantha. As long as we didn't run into Cathleen Woods or Chia Thompson everything would be fine. Considering Chia sat with her students and Cathleen would usually eat her lunch in the teachers lounge next to the principle's office we should be fine. As we entered the cafeteria I looked around taking in some old familiar faces. Most of the third, forth, and fifth graders went to distant schools after graduating from elementary school so I didn't bother focusing any of my time on them. Mainly because Ms. Thompson had a problem with "staring". Of course in her inebriated mind anyone who looked in her direction for more than a few seconds was obviously staring at her. There was one face that I saw and remembered fondly, Gage. I never could remember his last name but he was two years ahead of me. He was a young man born with a cocktail of ailments that rendered him wheelchair bound, unable to move anything but his right hand, and incapable of verbal communication. A kind soul with a love of practical jokes, he was the life of any school party. As technology advanced he became fond of using his little look and talk tablet to speak and make funny noises. Many thought he was dumb due to his disabilities, in all honesty he made most people seem like idiots. He consistently scored in the top one percent of any class he was put in, the world of education was his oyster. A single spoon full of applesauce killed him. Inhaling to sneeze brought it into his lungs when his care taker was feeding him causing him to drown. It was during his final year at college a few days before he was to go before his fellow science majors where he would give his thesis on space-time not being linear but a wave of potential outcomes.
He used a certain historical figure for his thesis. I couldn't remember all of it as it had been so long and some of the terms he used went straight over my head. What I remembered is his communications machine saying this "Perhaps in one reality you save a person's life and they go on to destroy millions of others. You figure out what that person did and you go back before you save him and prevent him from being saved. What will the outcome be, what will change, will a different person do the same thing, or will the catastrophe be completely diverted?". Getting into line I saw that lunch was ham, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Grabbing a tray for Samantha, Teresa, and myself we got in line. We each got a carton of chocolate milk before Ms. Bethany Howzer loaded up our tray with food and sent us on our way with a smile. She was wearing her usual combo of cooking apron, green sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a long sleeved blue vest. As soon as we sat down Teresa looked back at Bethany and waved before turning back to her tray. After a while she looked at me and asked me with a straight face "Her tits are big. Will mine ever get that big?" causing Samantha's eyes to widen and me to cough out some of the milk I was drinking. I sometimes regret how small a filter children have on their questions, this was one of those times. With Teresa looking in my direction she never saw Bethany walking up behind her. Thankfully she asked me in a quiet enough tone that Bethany didn't hear. Bethany set her own tray down before taking a seat. The chair groaned in protest causing me to look at the chair and the fair amount of cheek hanging off the sides. Luckily the chair held together. In a happy conversational tone she said "I hope you all don't mind me sitting here but nearly everywhere else is full.". "Of course we don't mind." I said in response bringing a smile to her face. Looking with my eyes I noticed the only places open were a spot right next to a wobbling Ms. Thompson, and a spot where the missing student would sit further down our table. "Will I ever get boobs as big as yours?" Teresa asked while poking at her green beans breaking the peaceful and happy atmosphere. Bethany put her fork and knife down looked straight at Teresa and said "Well my dear, I honestly don't know. What I do know is that if you want to grow up to be big and pretty you have to drink lots of milk, don't drink soda, and eat your fruits and vegetables.". "Even green beans and spinach?" Teresa asked in horror. "Even green beans and spinach." Bethany answered calmly. "Oh, alright" Teresa responded in defeat before she began slowly eating the green beans.
Looking at the clock and seeing the time Bethany began eating faster. Once her tray was empty she slid back the chair and stood up. Returning her utensils and tray to the tray holder she put on a reflective shirt and led the kids already done eating outside for recess. "I changed my mind." Teresa declared with utmost certainty to which Samantha simply asked "On what?". After a few moments Teresa responded "I don't want boobs like hers I want an ass like that instead" Teresa said eloquently. Looking over at her I saw her eyes glued to Bethany's posterior as it ticked back and forth with each of her steps like a lavish metronome. I was honestly surprised that Teresa's crude language hadn't garnered any attention yet. It seems teachers working with children had a lot more patience and understanding than I thought. Once we were done eating we ended up going outside for recess. As soon as she saw the swings Teresa grabbed Samantha's hand and yelled out in excitement "Swings Sammy! Let's go!". Samantha just smiled and followed her with me trailing behind. As soon as Teresa hopped into the swing she started shouting "Push me Sammy push me!". Giving in Samantha began pushing her on the swing to help her build momentum causing laughter to bubble up from Teresa. Leaving them to their fun I decided to look around at my old playground. Everything may have been the same but I felt like getting lost in nostalgia. With Samantha and Teresa under the supervision of Bethany and several other adults they should be fine. On the hill next to the blacktop were three old tractor tires, I remembered hiding in them to avoid Cathleen during her rants. There was the swing set of course where I used to spend a lot of my time outside. Attached to the school was a set of three basketball hoops with the small kickball/baseball diamond about thirty feet away. The soccer field was near the woods with two outdated goal boxes nearby each one was missing a lot of the netting in the back. Movement in the woods drew my attention. The object was to large to be a raccoon but to small to be a deer. Thinking it was the fire departments dog going for a walk I went over to talk a look. Looking at it through the brush I realized very quickly that the creature was most assuredly not the dog. Of course my realization was not quick enough. As soon as I began backing away the creature launched out of the brush in a blur and sunk its teeth into my shoulder. After a few moments I grew sleepy and passed out. My last sensations were of the creature pulling me into the woods.