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GLADYS

Story ID:8698
Written by:Frederick William Wickert (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Gilboa New York USA
Year:1951
Person:Gladys
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GLADYS
By Fred Wickert


In high school, the second floor hallway had doors to class rooms on one side and on the other was a long row of wall lockers from one end of the hall to the other. They were double with one on top of the other. Each was about three and a half feet high so that the top of the lockers was seven feet and about three inches from the floor.

There was a new girl in the school. Her name was Gladys Swardhout. She was kind of cute, had a nice figure and was really short. She looked to be less than five feet tall. She was very unusual in that she was new, having only been there about a week, but had a following. There were always about six or seven kids hanging around her. They were all Freshmen. A couple of the group were boys and the rest were girls. The boys were of the wimpy type, if you know what I mean.

One day during a period change when kids were going from one class to another, I was in front of the lockers talking to one or two guys. Gladys came along and stopped there, her entourage following.
She had a big grin on her face and began butting in to my conversation. I had never met her and we didn't know each other. Why she chose to stick her nose in my business I never knew.

When period changes came in the school a bell rang loud and long to announce it. There were usually three minutes to get to your next class, or possibly four. If you had to go to the bathroom there was not much time. There was a 30 second warning bell and then the long loud bell announcing the end of period change and beginning of the new period. If you did not get to your next class on time you had to have a pass, or you were in trouble.

The warning bell sounded and all the kids dashed for their next class. I was already near the door of my next class and was not worried. I spoke to Gladys and told her if she didn't quit sticking her nose in my business I would sit her on top of the lockers and leave her there. As I described before, she was small in physical stature. I was six feet tall and weighed between 185 to 190 pounds and was pretty strong.

When I told Gladys that, she put her hands on her hips, looked me right in the eye, and with a smile and a little wiggle told me I wouldn't dare. I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up and parked her on top of the lockers. Then I grabbed my books, dashed across the hall and in to my class room just as the bell went off, leaving Gladys sitting there with a look of disbelief on her face.

All during the class I kept watching the door, expecting any minute to see the door open and some one of authority call me out of the class. It never happened. When the next bell rang I hurried out in the hall. There was no sign of Gladys. I never heard anything about her at all. Usually when something happened in school the news spread rapidly, but this time there was not a word. I made up my mind that as soon as I saw her again I was going to ask her how she got down from the lockers.

The end of the week came the next day and I did not see her. The following week I did not see her. I asked a few of my friends if they had seen her but no one had. She had only been in our school a couple of weeks and then she was gone. No one seemed to know where she had lived, where she came from or where she went. I never forgot her and I never learned just how she got down off the lockers. It was obvious she was late for her next class, for which she was probably in trouble. She never told anyone I had put her on top of the lockers and left her there because I was never punished for it and the other kids never mentioned it to me. The group that followed her around never mentioned it so they had not been told. It has always remained a mystery to me.


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