John's Troubles

[juriev]

Chapter One

“The note cards were good, except for one. That person received a zero.” Mr. Kline handed out all the note cards and then walked up slowly to John last and he said in a voice that was heard across the silent room, “I still can’t read your hand writing, hand it in by the end of the day and you have a fifty percent.”
John just glared back, not saying a word. The bell rang and everybody left the class except for John. “Yes, John?” asked Mr. Kline.
“How about you keep these Mr. Kline, you see I have a one hundred and twelve in your class and seeing as the only other grade we have left this school year is the final I wouldn’t want you to forget me.”
Kline stared at John, “I don’t know about you, just get out of here.”
John walked out slowly murmuring, “My pleasure” under his breath.
John was laying on the sofa watching tv when his dad came home. John stood up and walked into the kitchen, his dad had a glass and beside it a bottle of vodka. “A tough day at work dad?”
“Yeah, a little nectar of the gods just sounded good.”
“What happened?” John was concerned about his dad, he seemed stressed lately.
“John?”
“Yeah dad.”
“There is something I haven’t been telling you, just here you read it, I don’t know if I could tell you without breaking up first.”
John’s dad wasn’t a hard man, but he never even gave the hint of shedding a tear. Dad turned the laptop around so John could see.
It read ‘Man arrested on drug charges. At nine this morning on 900 E Summerville lane Jason Todd Pullman was arrest. The warrant was issued from San Diego County and authorities have been tracking him down. At 915 he was booked into Johnson County Jail on a ten million dollar bail. The sheriff has refused to comment on the situation. The charges stand so far: Possession of and intent to sell of 80 kilos of a controlled substance. – Johnson County News’
“Dad? What’s happened?” John was confused and frightened.
“I’m sorry son, but I don’t think you will be seeing your brother anytime soon.”


Jason was twenty two and was eight years older than John. John had always looked up to his older brother, always admired him. All that came to a crunching stop in the time it took to read the article.
The next day at school in Kline’s room John couldn’t concentrate on the test, he couldn’t think of anything. Suddenly lights appeared in his eyes, “Oh ****” he said to himself. He couldn’t see anything; it was like looking through a thick mesh, instead of mesh though it was light. John tottered up to Kline’s desk, “Mr. Kline, can I go to the nurse?”
“Why John?” Kline asked in an uncaring voice.
“I feel bad, sick, I can’t see anything.”
“Fine go, you better finish this final though.”
“I will, I will,” said John.
John walked slowly, he knew what it was, a migraine headache. He got them about once every two weeks. The headache had not started yet; the lights were the prelude.
John bumped into a kart, he could hardly see. “John?” Kline said in a raised voice. He sounded very concerned. John kept walking, but when he reached the door all he heard was a muffled scream.
When he woke, he was in the nurse’s office. He could have only feinted for a few seconds. “Yes, yes. He was going to see you and he feinted on the way out of my room.”
“Okay Mr. Kline, go ahead and go back to your class. Oh, he’s awake. John? Can you hear me?”
John mumbled, “Yeah.”
“John do you need your migraine medication?” The nurse kept it there for him when he had them in school.
“Yes, please.”
John shifted just a bit and looked and saw he was not wearing any pants. He had a hospital gown on to cover the absence.
“Oh John, you wet your pants,” said the nurse seeing him looking. “I took them off when you were still unconscious and put you in this.”
“Thanks,” John said as she gave him a small cup of water and a pill.
“No problem, I’ll call your mom. You lay down, no sudden movement.”
Then as he relaxed the lights disappeared. The pain rolled in, waves and waves almost instantly. It felt like someone put a knife in his temple and was twisting it every time he moved. He started moaning in pain, it hurt so much!
“John? John,” the nurse ran in, she knew the medication took three or four hours to work, and it didn’t always work for John. She couldn’t do anything.
John’s mom walked in the office and saw John. “Oh not again.”
“I’m sorry,” said the nurse.
“It’s fine, I don’t work anyway I was not doing anything. I’m just worried about him.”
“Well it’s nice to see you.”
“Nice to see you too,” said Kelley taking her son’s pants from the nurse and leading her moaning son out of the room.

[Error404]

Well written, will be interesting to see you maintain this as a story and not a fetish based piece of literature. It's always a shame to see a good start become purely fetish based and drive itself into a disappointing grave.

I look forward to how you progress this one!

Keep it up!

E404~ <3

[genbaby]

Ok it is decent. But my thoughta are that these events don't seem possible i mean how do you have that bad of a migrane. Once you have them a lot the go like nothing i would know a conditoin i had causes me to have them. Als in most places a 0 for bad handwriting is not doable.

[Error404]

Originally Posted by genbaby

Ok it is decent. But my thoughta are that these events don't seem possible i mean how do you have that bad of a migrane. Once you have them a lot the go like nothing i would know a conditoin i had causes me to have them. Als in most places a 0 for bad handwriting is not doable.

Try telling my mom a migraine can't be that bad. >_> I've had to pick her up off the floor many times due to a migraine KOing her.

[juriev]

Originally Posted by genbaby

Ok it is decent. But my thoughta are that these events don't seem possible i mean how do you have that bad of a migrane. Once you have them a lot the go like nothing i would know a conditoin i had causes me to have them. Als in most places a 0 for bad handwriting is not doable.

I experience miagraines myself (not near that bad, but bad enough) and what my doctor has told me is they can easily get that bad. And yes, my seventh grade science teacher did give me zeros on five assignments for bad handwrighting.

[genbaby]

Dude they can't do that in the U.S. I would know most of my teachers wish they could. Oh and you said this guy gets them every two weeks my point was he should't even notice them. Don't tell me thats wrong i supposivly have them all the time corrading to my docter but never feel them i was told i shouldn't anymore.

[juriev]

Originally Posted by genbaby

Dude they can't do that in the U.S. I would know most of my teachers wish they could. Oh and you said this guy gets them every two weeks my point was he should't even notice them. Don't tell me thats wrong i supposivly have them all the time corrading to my docter but never feel them i was told i shouldn't anymore.

A few months ago, I was diagnosed chronic miagraines. They happened every one or two weeks and honestly they hurt so bad that I could look at a light or listen to somebody whisper to me. Yes, my seventh grade science teacher gave me five zeros because "I couldn't tell if you completed the assignment as I couldn't read it"

[James]

Yeah, this is a pretty good story so far, not that many grammatical/spelling errors either!

[juriev]

I really don't know if anybody likes this, but here is chapter two

[juriev]

Chapter two

When they got home Kelley gave her son a sleeping pill and led him over to the sofa in the living room. John slowly laid down and closed his eyes. Kelley walked into the kitchen and paced around. She didn’t know what to do, these headaches were eating away at her son. She didn’t want him to turn into a person who can’t even keep a job because of the pain.
The other problem was that John seemed to wet his pants when he was in this pain. That wasn’t the problem, he had also started wetting the bed again. He never had wet the bed, once he was out of diapers, he was out. Kelley had thought it amazing at the time, but now wondered if it had been all too easy.
A few hours later John was awake and the pain medication had worked, the sleeping pill she had given him wasn’t very strong. He said he was better, but the headache was still there just faint.
John watched tv and ate dinner that night, when he went to bed he had a hard time sleeping. So many thoughts about school, headaches, his brother plagued his mind. When he did fall asleep, John’s dreams were troubled, nightmares he called them.
The next morning Kelley woke her son up. She sat on the edge of his bed and asked, “John, are you feeling good enough to finish the finals today?”
“Yes, I’m ok.”
“Good honey, you better get dressed and I’ll drive you to school.”
John had to go a day longer then everybody else as he had to finish the finals. When he got to school, he completed them without too much trouble. There were a few other people around, mostly teachers packing up their things. Once John finished the last final he called his mom and she picked him up.
“How were the finals?” Kelley asked.
“Oh, ok. I think I did good on them.”
“Good, honey?”
“Yeah mom,” said John.
“Why didn’t you tell me you wet the bed this morning?” asked Kelley in a calm voice.
“I did?” said John shocked, “I didn’t even notice. Sorry mom.”
“It’s fine, but John we need to do something about this. I don’t have time to wash your sheets every other day. I think we might need to get you some pull-ups.”
“What?” said John, the thought repulsed him.
“I’m sorry, but that is all I can think of,” said Kelley looking truly sorry.
John thought about it for a moment and then said, “Well mom, I guess you’re right. Maybe if I just tried them out for a little while.”
Kelley smiled, “I’m glad you aren’t too upset about, and don’t worry John, your father doesn’t need to know.”
“Thanks mom.”
Later that day Kelley had to go shopping and John went along as Kelley wanted him to come. They got a few things just enough for tonight’s dinner. They then walked past a few aisles and John suddenly found himself in the baby aisle. Kelley and John walked down the aisle to the section where there where pull-ups for people John’s size.
“Well honey, you know yourself best. Pick one out,” said Kelley reassuringly.
“Okay,” said John. He grabbed a package and on the side it said sizing information. John picked looked and picked up a package with the correct size and threw it into his mom’s cart. At the checkout desk John asked if he could wait in the car, he didn’t want to see the cashier looking from the pull-ups to him and back again. Kelley gave her son the keys and he waited out there.
That night before he went to bed he had a little snack while he watched tv. Kelley walked in and reminded John to use his pull-ups.
About an hour later John went to his room. He took of his clothes and got out a pair of athletic shorts, his pajamas. He went over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. In there the package of pull-ups sat. He took the package, opened it and pulled one out. It looked stupid, little soccer players and bikers on it. John would have just liked plain white.
John took the pull-up and unfolded it, it crinkled a lot. He pulled it over his legs until it was positioned right. It stretched a lot, and was tight, John thought for leek proof protection. John was used to wearing boxers and this was different.
John looked at the shorts laying on the floor, but didn’t bother to put them on, it was hot in the room. He laid down on his bed. John then felt a little different, a little safer. He felt like a, baby, dare he say it. John then got up to turn off the lights, and he remembered.
In the closet John found his old stuffed bear. He turned off the lights and went back to the bed. John lay in the bed and cuddled with the stuffed animal, not a care in the world. John fell asleep quickly.
The next morning John woke up with a start. Somebody had opened the door to his room ran in and jumped on top of him. John looked up at the face through the groggy eyes.
“Good morning sleepyhead! The first day of summer has arrived!”
It was his girlfriend.