I made this thread earlier, but due to not having any pre-written

>>594033519
>Be me two years ago, sophomore year
>Frank’s been enrolled for about a month now
>Going to middle school English classroom to pick up paper from their printer
>Overhear history teacher giving a lesson in her room
>They’re talking about Niggerland-I mean Africa
>Look through door of classroom for a quick glance
>Frank’s in there
>ohboyherewego.jpg
>”Okay, so who can tell me the capital of South Africa?” the history teacher asks
>Frank raises his hand and the teacher calls on him
>”Do we HAVE to talk about this?” he asks, his chipmunk-like voice piercing through the walls. “My parents don’t want me learning about Africa.”
>Fucking WHAT
>Teacher just stands there, dumbfounded
>”Um… why not?” teacher asks
>”WELL, my parents say it’s not a very clean country.”
>clean country
>He just called Africa a fucking COUNTRY
>teacher becomes visibly angry and brings him towards the door
>I get out of there and go to get the paper
>I hear the sound of Frank getting pushed against the wall and slapped by the teacher
>Nearly burst out laughing
>She just fucking SLAPPED him, not hard or anything, but still

Shall I continue?

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>>594033679
>One week later
>Frank begins showing up to elective classes, starting with art on Wednesday
>Great. I’m in that class
>He gets brought down by his counselor about ten minutes into the class
>I get up to go get some paper for some random sketching, but leave my jacket on the chair to mark that I’m sitting there
>Come back a few minutes later to find the little shit has taken my seat and is randomly fiddling with clay
>Fuck, now I have to talk to him
“Hey, I’m sitting there. Think you could move?”
>He looks up at me, gives me a stink eye, and goes back to “sculpting”
“Did you not see my jacket? Dude, I’m sitting there. Move.”
>”WELL, you weren’t here when I got here, so I sat down in an open seat. Finders keepers.”
>What
>Agitated, I push him forward and grab my jacket off the back of the chair
>”HEY!” he yells
>And here we go
“What?”
>”You can’t just take something off the back of my chair!”
>Is this kid fucking serious?
>”But didn’t you take his chair?” one of the counselors running the elective chimes in. “Besides, that jacket belongs to Anon.”
>Frank becomes furious and flips the chair before coming straight for me
>Counselors have to restrain him and bring him to the vice principals office
>Elective ends
>One hour later, after lunch
>Walk past vice principals office on my way to my next class
>See Frank curled up in the fetal position crying in one of the chairs in the office
>Laugh and continue on my way

Meh, there are always a few retards in school. I feel bad for their parents, don't really need this thread.

Also you seem bitter OP.

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>>594033998
more about frank-chan

>>594033998
>December
>About a week to go before school gets out for winter break
>It’s a Tuesday, and that means the cooking elective has the run of the cafeteria before lunch
>Elective ends. People begin flooding into the lunch room
>On two tables are what the cooking class made: fruit smoothies
>One of the tables is surrounded by all older students, pleased with what they made
>The other table consists of all older students… and Frank. They all look dejected… except for Frank
>Frank is pleased with the way they came out, but the others? Not so much
>It’s easy to tell why. Their smoothies look like brown, fruity shit
>Frank probably took the helm for this one
>Teachers come over and ask what the smoothies are
>The happy group says their smoothies are strawberry with a hint of lemon
>And Frank’s group? A clusterfuck that includes eggs, sugar, chocolate, and bananas
>A teacher drinks one of Frank’s smoothies and becomes visibly disgusted
>Others follow suit and have the same reaction
>The students at Frank’s table all look like they want to kill themselves
>”Frank…” a teacher says, gagging. “Who taught you this recipe?”
>”Oh! My mom taught me it! Isn’t it great?!” Frank replies
>The gagging teacher goes over to the sink and spits it out
>Frank fury mode: Activated
>Pissed, he gets up, takes the rest of the other group’s strawberry smoothies and throws them in the garbage
>He’s immediately brought to the vice principals office, struggling to break free of the counselor’s grip

I later found out that the recipe he was talking about was a cake recipe.

>>594034384
>Just before February break now
>Art again
>Frank’s focused on making a model of the solar system out of cardboard, styrofoam balls, acrylic paint, and popsicle sticks
>We don’t have that many tools to work with, but someone talented could make that project work
>Unfortunately, Frank is NOT talented
>Go over to have a peek at the monstrosity he’s creating
>Dear God, it’s horrendous
>The planets are a mish-mash of colors that don’t make sense, he’s used the cardboard to make a really shitty space-shuttle, and the popsicle sticks are hot-glued to the planets to keep them steady
>Teachers go over and compliment how “amazing” his work is
>I cringe on the inside
>Fast forward a week to after vacation
>Frank comes back to the art room to find his solar system, if you could call it that, has been damaged, likely by the janitors
>He becomes furious once again, throwing the entire project into the trash bin and beating it down
>Counselors have to try to calm him down, while he goes on and on how the janitors intentionally destroyed his project
>Look around the classroom. Everyone is groaning and rolling their eyes
>One kid even points a finger gun to the side of his head and pretends to kill himself

more frankchan

>>594034623
>Next year
> About two months in. I’m a junior now
>Still in art on Wednesdays. Still have to deal with Frank
>Today, he’s brought in a box of Legos to fool around with
>”What’cha got there, Frank?” one of the counselors asks
>”Oh, it’s a box of Legos.” He says
>noshitsherlock.png
>”Plan on making anything special?” the counselor asks
“Why do you people have to engage that thing in conversation?” I think to myself
>”WELL, I plan on building a house to add to a Lego village I’m making at home.” He says. “Would you like to see it?”
>Without giving the counselor time to respond, he pulls out a brand new fucking iPhone and shows a picture of the village to the counselor
>I peek over discretely to see just how bad it really is
>Holy fuck. It’s worse than the solar system
>A clusterfuck of random bricks painted to look like various houses in really shitty quality paint
>But that’s not what’s concerning. The real problem lies in the background of the picture
>Boxes, stacked all the way to the ceiling, each one marked with a different brand of Lego
>Star Wars, Speed Racer, Bionicle, Lego City, the works
>”Looks cool, Frank.” The counselor says sarcastically. Frank apparently doesn’t pick up on that
>”Thank you!” he says, going to another picture. “And these are the rest of my Legos.”
>Oh my dear sweet Jesus that’s a lot of Lego
>It was more than just the boxes stretching to the ceiling. It’s an entire room full of Legos
>Boxes overflowing, each labeled as a different brand of Lego in really shitty Crayola marker handwriting
>Hundreds, maybe even thousands of dollars in Legos, in this one child’s room
>No way one child can be this spoiled
>Chris-chan got lucky with that contest back when he was a kid… but this? I don’t think there were any contests involved

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>>594034623
>>One kid even points a finger gun to the side of his head and pretends to kill himself

Should I continue? I don't have a lot more content since I rarely see this kid, but should I post the rest I have?

>>594035279
i'm enjoying them keep going

>>594035279
Yes

>>594035279
Ah, screw it. I'll post what I have.

>>594034983
>April
>Sitting down with friends at lunch
>Open seat at table, expect another friend to show up later
>I’m across from a grill, let’s call her M
>M has acted as Frank’s mentor ever since he came to the school
>M is in senior year now, and is graduating soon
>Frank comes over and asks if she can help him with some overdue work
>”Does it have to be right now?”
>”WELL, it’s due next block. I just need to do a few more things.”
>She smiles, apparently thinking that the thing standing next to her is cute
>”Alright. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see what I can do.”
>”Excellent!” he says, sitting down at the table to join us for lunch
>[internal screaming intensifies]
>Everyone at the table looks at one another, almost shocked at the fact that he’s here
>Conversation soon resumes, and eventually Toy Story gets brought up in conversation
>We all start quoting our favorite lines, but then Frank chimes in
>”STOP! This is no time to be quoting a movie!” He yells
>Everyone at the table gives him a death glare
>That’s when I notice his lunchbox
>It’s Star Wars themed, but not any of the movies, no.
>It’s themed to the shitty 3D Clone Wars series
>I stare in utter disbelief
>We all get up and leave at once

>>594035657
>End of the year arrives
>M is gone, and Frank is in an emotional rut
>Yay, summer and all that bullshit
>As a celebration, the school decided to take the entire student body to a nearby park for a day away from academics, strictly for fun
>A large group of people decided to play a game of kickball on the park’s baseball diamond
>Unfortunately, Frank was among those interested
>Teams are split up, and I end up on Frank’s team. I’m first up in the order and Frank is last
>We don’t end up going through the rotation until the third inning, but when we do, some of Frank’s autism takes center stage
>Frank barely hits the ball past the pitcher
>Other team doesn’t have a catcher for some odd reason, so the pitcher has to run from the mound to home plate to get the ball
>Frank should at least be able to get a single, right?
>Not on his own, he can’t
>The kid’s top running speed is pathetically slow. He chugs like a fucking freight train
>Pitcher, out of obvious sympathy for him, lets him get to first without throwing the ball
>I’m up next
>My kick sends the ball flying to left field. An easy double if the runner in front of me was fast, but… no
>I got stuck behind possibly the most autistic child in the country
>By the time I make it to first, he’s barely halfway to second
>The ball makes it back to the infield and at second before he’s three-quarters of the way there
>He somehow doesn’t see that, and keeps running towards the base
>Unsurprisingly, he gets tagged out, and unsurprisingly, he doesn’t react well
>”OUT!” the counselor/umpire yells
>He flips out, pushing the second baseman to the ground and storming off the field
>”STOP TEASING ME!” he screams
>Two teachers follow him off the field
>He’s forced to sit out the rest of the game

We ended up winning 15-11

>>594035925
Amazing

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>>594035925
Keep it going anon

Remember, I don't have a lot of content since I rarely see this kid. After this thread, if any more interesting things come up, I'll post them in a cringe thread.

>>594035925
>Fast forward to this year. Senior year, bitches
>School has a new campus, and Frank’s pretty happy about that
>He now sits alone at lunch, mumbling to himself about God knows what
>A few new students have tried to socialize with him, but they quickly realized their mistake
>He’s still the same old autist. With the same old parents who keep spoiling him
>But recently, I found something out about his life at home
>Be in art class about a week before winter break, randomly sketching with my friend. Let’s call him H
>Both H and I can’t stand Frank, but we find watching his autistic struggles to be amusing
>We overhear him talking to one of the counselors about an igloo he’s making out of cotton balls
>”Do your parents keep your artwork?” the counselor asks
>”WELL, no, not really. MOST of my stuff is either put in storage or thrown away.” He says. “My mom says we don’t have room for it.”
>My face goes blank

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>>594036591
>His own mother throws away his shitty artwork? She doesn’t keep it like any other parent would?
>She… she knows. She fucking knows
>”Wouldn’t that hurt your feelings?” the counselor asks, a hint of concern has arisen in her voice
>”No, not really. Our house is pretty cluttered, so I understand.” He says
>My jaw drops. Cluttered house? Child with obvious autism? Shitload of toys? Awful artwork?
>This is when I realize the connection. This is where I notice I’ve seen this before
>This kid is going to grow up to be the next Chris-chan
>I stare at the blank paper in front of me in utter disbelief
>This is not happening.
>I ask if I can go to the bathroom. Teacher says yes, and I get up to leave
>As the door shuts behind me, I hear a cluster of things falling apart and Frank moaning in anger
>Fast-forward to today. I had art again
>Frank and another, less-autistic student have begun working on building a model ocean liner
>They’re planning on building it out of cardboard, styrofoam balls, acrylic paint, and popsicle sticks

2/2.
That's all the content I've got, guys. I could tell you some specific stuff about him if you want, but I don't have any other autistic drama of his.

>>594036799
You did a good job sport. I'm proud of you

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>>594036591
>my mom says we don't have room for it
>don't have room for it

noshit.mp4

>>594036995
Glad you enjoyed. He's certainly... interesting to be around. I'll post any more updates in Cringe threads from now on.

this is great!

>>594033519
I have a kid like this at my school. Everyone hates him, and his group of autists.

>>594037894
>Group of autists
Do tell.