Memories of Emily: Comrade Zero Part 1

Mr. Z., The Evil Empire, & The Crackers

Out of the ether came an unseen narrator plotting an unaware audience’s life by telling them how to act and who to be while he remained in the shadows, not caring if he was discovered since his existence carried forward from one person to the next, leaving no one time enough to act before falling into the void of the forgotten. 

Mr. Z.

My mother sighed heavily, returning my attention from the kitchen window. “The school is not against you, Bo.” 

I knew explaining the intense feelings of persecution in six-grade would be met with hostility, like many times before, but I still felt compelled to try.  

“Everyone else at your school passes their classes just fine, Bo. Please don’t lie and exaggerate, Bo.” 

I fidgeted in my chair, pressing my palms on the table. “I’m sorry.” Perhaps she was right since other people succeeded despite favoritism and popularity. 

“No one else seems to have your problems, Bo.” 

“I don’t know. I guess.”  

“You sound paranoid, Bo.”