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The day Schimon became sentient was when he was made into a stool properly. When he was sat on. It’s not a nice experience being a stool in a school.
So he became nocturnal. He slept during the day and was awake during the night. He was actually quite a party animal if he did say so himself (if he could actually speak or communicate to anyone that is exactly what he would say about himself), but the other stools in the room in which he resided weren’t sentient.
It was quite a lonely life in that room. No one to talk to. And no one to party with! I mean come on!
No one even knew his unique name. Everyone except the 2 humans who sat on his not-so-brethren stools on either side of him:
Ellen on his left, and Arden on his right. Of course he didn’t get a name instantly, it was Ellen who named him Schimon.
It wasn’t what he’d choose for himself that’s what. But he can’t give up the name they kept on calling him. It gave him hope that he isn’t all alone in this desolate world. That at the end of the day he at least has one friend who’d be there for him if they knew he was sentient.
Well they would probably scream and run away from him, thinking that they’re crazy for thinking that chair leg moved on its own, no one would believe what they’re saying and they would be shunned from society just like Schimon was. All because he was a sentient stool in a school.
He just wanted some friends that weren’t dreamt up from his wooden brain. But were his friends stools or humans? Easy! His imaginary friends are all half stool-half humans, except for Schteve, he was fully stool. He wasn’t all that bright, but he was excellent at staying still pretending to be a stool. Well he is one but you get what I mean right?
Anyway, his days were filled with sorrow and his nights filled with isolation and boredom. He does have a good few hours to waste every night, except from the weekend, he then has the whole entire day to himself! Normally he just walks on the walls for a bit, tries to walk on the ceiling, falls on the floor, flails about for a bit until he can get himself back upright again. Which normally takes a while.
But today, he escapes. Today he gets out of his wretched imprisonment. Today he escapes the science room in which he has lived his entire 80 years of life in. Today he gets out of C11, Mr Smears’s classroom and out into the real world.
The door is always locked after the cleaners leave, so he can never leave the room. Why did they do that? Why not just leave the door open for him and the other stools to roam during the night? I mean they don’t have thumbs or fingers so they can't open the door for themselves can they?
But he knew a way to get out. The windows!
If he managed to get a stool, (Make sure it’s not sentient), and pushed it out the window then he could see if he’d survive that and run off into the horizon.
Doing that was not an easy task. First, he’d had to make sure he had the time to do it, so weekdays are immediately gone, so after the cleaners leave next Friday he could start his plan formulating in his wooden brain.
Next, he’d have to work out how he’d actually get the non-sentient stool, (Make sure it’s not Schteve, you don’t want to hurt his non-existent feelings), out of the window. Well all the windows are on the left side of the classroom, so that’s fine.
But wait until he tells you that the windows are above the countertops taller than him and his not-so-brethren brethren. That’s the real challenge.
That weekend he tried and he tried to get up there, to see if his plan was possible. But he did not end up succeeding, in fact he was the furthest from escaping then he ever was.
He got stuck on the countertop, obviously Mr Smears walked in and saw that Schimon was on the desk, a bit perturbed and brushed it off thinking it was just students messing about. WHAT?!
He couldn’t think that the students did this, he wanted the world to see that he was real, that he was sentient. That’s all he ever wanted. To be recognised that he was a sentient being, and not a stool, despite appearances.
So his plan was set back another week or two, how could he escape this never ending hell.