Author: Uncle Sky Title: Chuck and Simmie NIS Summary:My take on the Naked In School series. Keywords: No sex This story is my take on the popular Naked In School series. It is not like the other stories in the series. You see, there is no sex in this one. I started to write about a misfit boy and a very young girl who were assigned as buddies in The Program. The story didn't go where I wanted it to. I have held on to it for a while now and finally decided to post it as is. Perhaps it will give some folks a thought about the tough times some kids go through in school. This story is mine and mine alone. I ask that you respect that and follow my wishes. You may repost this story to any site or group as long as it is free. I also ask that you make no changes to the story or the introduction. Naked In School - Chuck & Simmie (no sex) by Uncle Sky Monday Morning - Chuck I was roused out of a sound sleep in which I was having a dream. The dream was about Julia Roberts and me. We had just reached the point where I was undressing her when the loudest ringing I ever heard pulled me out of it. I woke to find it was my alarm clock. I slapped it and turned over to try and return to my dream. But then I remembered. It was Monday. The first day of school. Shit! I hate school. I especially hate the first day of school. And worst of all that I hate is the first day at a new school. I would be a sophomore this year. It was the first day at my new High School. Nathaniel Hawthorne High School. I dreaded it. As I got out of bed to get ready, I thought about what was ahead of me. I would be the "new kid". This was my fifth school in the last 8 years. It seemed that every time I got settled in a new school Mom would move us to another town. The last place had been a big city. But now we lived in a small town. Norburgh. Geeze, was that ever the right name for this burgh. It was a small enough town to only have one high school and it was a four year school. That meant that most of the other kids would know each other. I would stand out as a stranger. One of the reasons I hate school is the teasing and bullying I always got from the other kids. Why? Let me count the reasons. New kid. Glasses. Buck teeth. And my name, Chuck. My mother is a fan of Chuck Mangione. She loves him and his horn. The year I was born his album "Save Tonight For Me" was big and she loved it. Her most favorite song in the whole world is "Give Your Heart A Chance" from that album. I have heard it so many times I go crazy if I hear the first two notes. Any way, she named me after him. Chuck. Doesn't sound bad does it? But there is always some asshole who will say it. You know. "What's up Chuck?" And there is always a partner to answer. "That's another name for vomit." And so I would be called vomit for the whole year. Lovely huh? So there I am with a name that is perfect for jokes, the new kid, glasses, buck teeth and oh yes, acne. Well I'm only fifteen after all. So I was the perfect target. Over the years as I moved from school to school I had learned to disappear. I called it my invisible man routine. I did nothing, absolutely nothing that would attract attention. I never raised my hand in class. I made sure my grades were passing but not high enough to be labelled a "brain" or "nerd". I didn't go out for anything . No sports. No clubs. Nothing. I went to school and put in my time and went home as soon as the last bell rang. All this was going through my mind as I dressed and went down for breakfast. Mom worked nights as a psychiatric nurse. She took care of nuts. So I didn't see much of her during the school year. Only on weekends and holidays. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and wolfed it down. I was ready as I ever would be for the ordeal. Part of my invisible man bit was my schedule. I made it a point to arrive at school with just enough time to get to class before the late bell. Even on the first day I knew the schedule and timed my arrival. I had received an orientation folder when we first went to the school after we moved here. It was three weeks before the end of my freshman year and they decided that it was stupid to make me attend new classes for just three weeks, so they gave me final grades based on my averages at my last school. It meant I passed them all, but just barely. We had signed me up for the required courses and I had memorized my schedule and the location of my classes. I knew when and where I was to be and I knew how to get there. I checked my watch as I neared the school. Just about right. Five minutes to final bell and I had just enough time to drop my stuff in the locker they had assigned me. I pushed the door open and rushed down the hall to my locker. I opened it and threw in my junk and closed and locked it using the combination lock I had with me. Still a few minutes and I would be in my seat right on time. My first class was Algebra 2 in room 101. That is on the main floor right past the office. I almost made it. I was at the door to the classroom when I heard the scariest thing a student ever hears at school. The voice of doom came over the loudspeakers. "Chuck Nagel report to the Principal's office. I repeat. Chuck Nagel report to the Principal's office." Shit! What now. I hadn't been there long enough to be in trouble yet. I turned and walked into the office. When I got in the office I stood at the counter waiting for someone to notice me. Then I saw her. You remember the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz? She worked in the office and according to the name on her desk she was known here as Mrs. Risley. I was told it sounds like grizzly. So I stood and waited. Finally T W W looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and croaked, "Yes?" "I'm Chuck Nagel" I managed to get out. She motioned to a door at the end of the counter. "Go right in. Mr. White is waiting for you." Mr. White is Tip White, the principal. He had seemed like a fairly nice guy, for a principal, when we met with him at the end of last school year. I headed to his door, opened it and walked in. He was sitting behind a big desk with two hard chairs in front of the desk facing him. There was a little kid sitting on one so I sat on the other. I wonder what she's here for? Mr. White started what I expected was to be a lecture of some kind. "Mr. Nagel, have you read all the material we gave you when you registered last year?" I hadn't read all of it but didn't think it would be a good idea to tell him that. I hedged a little. "I think so Mr. White." "Good. Then you will understand when I tell you that you have been selected to participate in The Program this week." I was stumped. It was something I had not read about. I remember seeing the pamphlet but I hadn't read it. Time to fess up I guessed. "Um, sorry sir but I must have missed that one." He did not look happy at that answer. He reached down to his desk and picked up a copy of the pamphlet and handed it to me. "Here. Read this quickly." I opened to the first page and glanced at what it said. I couldn't believe what I saw. It said that The Program required a student to be naked for one week of school. The student would be required to undress at the entrance designated on arrival each morning and would not be allowed to dress until leaving after school hours. That was as far as I got. "No way." I said. "Yes, way. You have no choice in this matter Mr. Nagel. You will do as required and you will start by undressing right now." I looked at him thinking he couldn't be serious. But he was. I said it again. "No way!" I mean come on. I wanted to be the invisible man right? How could I do that if I was naked? Everyone would notice me. I would be the laughing stock of the school. "You will obey, Mr. Nagel. It is the law now and you have no choice, as I said." I was scared and I was pissed. They couldn't make me do this. They couldn't. I got up off the chair and headed out the door. "NO FUCKING WAY!" And I was out of there. I just barely remember the little girl that was sitting on the other chair, putting her head in her hands and starting to sob. I had no idea what that was all about and couldn't have cared less. I dashed out the door of the office and down the hall to the main entrance. There was a security guard there but he was watching for anyone trying to get in, not out. I was past him before he had any idea I was there. I ran all the way home. I was mad as hell and there was just no way I was going to put up with any shit Program. The phone started to ring just as I got there and I picked it up so it wouldn't wake Mom. It was Mr. White. I didn't wait for him to say anything but his name and I hung up. I knew he would call back so I unplugged the phone from the wall. I sat down on the couch and tried to think. What could I do? If it was the law, Mom would have no choice but to send me back and make me take part in it. I needed time to think. Monday morning - Simmie I sat there and cried like a baby. Here I was, twelve years old, a genius (so they tell me) and crying like a baby. Mr. White was on the phone in no time. He looked down at his desk and got the number from Chuck's records folder. I heard him identify himself and then look shocked. He hung up and tried again. I guess there was no answer. "Wait here a minute please Miss. Carter. I'll be right back." I continued to weep but was starting to get control. I thought about my being there. I had volunteered for The Program. They said I was too young but I convinced them that I had a right to participate since I was a sophomore and met all the requirements. I warned them that they had orders to treat me just like any other student. I guess maybe I should tell you about myself. I'm Simmie Carter. I'm twelve years old as I told you and I am entering my sophomore year of high school. I have been averaging two years of classes each school year for a while now. They noticed my IQ when I was in the second grade and began to push me ahead to keep it challenging, they said. My mother is a professor of mathematics at the University and my father is a research scientist working on some kind of secret project for the government. I guess that explains my brains. I was a freshman last year and didn't like the way I was treated by the other kids. They treated me like a baby. I guess they thought of me that way. I am only twelve so I understand it really. But I don't like it and I want it to change. There was a lot of arguing when I told my folks I wanted to be in The Program. That is until I told them the school didn't want to let me. That was all I needed to say. They went ballistic and very soon I was notified that I would be allowed to participate. See, I thought if I could be a part of the nude in school thing the other kids would have to treat me like a teenager at least. I wanted that more than anything. Mr White came back and sat down behind his desk again. "I'm sorry Miss Carter but I can't allow you to be in the program without a buddy. It is too late now to get you a new one so you will have to wait until we get Mr. Nagel back. You go ahead to your class now and I'll page you when we find him." I knew from the look on Chuck's face that he was not coming back on his own. I suspected he was running by now. They would have to catch him first and then force him to return. I thought he was angry about me and that hurt. Why do they do it? Why do they treat me like a child? I'm smarter than a whole class full of them. Damn! It was still a few minutes before my first class would let out so I walked out of the office and into the room next door for my Algebra 2 class. Miss Rocker looked at me but didn't say anything. After the class let out she stopped me and asked what had happened. She knew I was supposed to be in The Program, and I had to explain what went wrong. She tried to assure me it would be all right soon. I just nodded and went to my next class. The day dragged on and I didn't pay much attention in my classes. I had study hall second period and American History after that. I could get any work later to catch up. I was too busy thinking about Chuck. I was hoping he would come back and would accept me as his buddy. If he didn't I knew they would use that as an excuse to drop me from the list. I had lunch fourth period. There was still no word from the office so I went to the cafeteria and went through the line. I don't know what they served me. My head wasn't there. I went over in a corner and sat down at a table. There was room for six at the table but nobody came over to join me. I knew they wouldn't. Who wants to be seen eating lunch with a little kid. I sat there and tried to think what I could do about Chuck. Monday Afternoon - Chuck I sat in my room trying to think what I could do. There was no way I was going to go around naked in school. As far as I could see that only left one choice. I had to run away. If I stayed they could force me. Or rather, they could force Mom to make me do what they said. He had said it was the law. I had to run. I packed a few things in a duffle bag and took my savings out of my dresser drawer. I always kept a stash of cash there for emergencies. This was definitely and emergency. There was about $20 there. I stuck it in my pocket, grabbed the bag and headed out. Over the summer I had found a place where I could be alone. It was a big park not far from my house. It had a large section that was like a forest. I had explored it and found a place that was hidden and off the trails. I went there now. I was sure nobody would find me. It gave me time to think. Monday afternoon - Simmie After I finished lunch, I headed for my fifth period class. It was English Comp upstairs in room 205. As I passed the office heading for the stairs I saw Mr. White. He stopped me. "I'm sorry Miss Carter but we haven't been able to find Mr. Nagel and so you will not be allowed to participate in The Program today. We will try to get it settled tomorrow after we talk to his mother." "Yes sir. Thank you." I started to head for my class but then I had an idea. I checked to see if Mr. White was watching. He wasn't. There were a lot of kids in the hall so I would not be noticed. I went to my locker and put all my books in it. I checked again for any teachers or staff. None around. I headed out the door and was away from the school before I could be noticed. I knew where Chuck lived. I lived just a block down the street from him. I headed to his house. When I reached his house I saw a police car outside. I stayed out of sight and watched. After a few minutes the door opened and a cop came out. I saw Mrs. Nagel at the door saying something to him as he left. I waited for him to drive away and then I went to the door and knocked. When she opened the door I could see Chuck's mother was very worried. I asked if I could come in for a minute and she stood aside. We went in and sat down in the living room. "Mrs, Nagel, I want to help find Chuck. Do you have any idea where he might be?" "No. I told the police that I have no idea. If I knew I would have told them." We talked for a while and I tried to get her to think about where he went during his summer off from school. The only place she could think of was the park. I knew that park well. I didn't let on where I was going but I thanked her and left. I'm a kid. A smart kid. I know what kids like and what they do. I headed for the park. From talking to his mother and from seeing him at school and around the neighborhood I knew Chuck was a loner. If he went to the park he would look for a place to hide where he wouldn't be seen. But he would get hungry. Unless he had taken food with him, and his mother had said she didn't think he had, he would be coming out for food soon. Teenage boys do not go a long time without eating. I got to the park and found a place where I had a good view of the whole area. I sat down and waited. I waited a long time. I started to think I had been wrong. It was getting late and I needed to get home or my parents would have a cow. Then I saw him. He was coming out of the trees. I let him go a little ways before I got up and followed him. I was right. He went to a little store near the park that sold groceries and odds and ends. I waited and then followed him when he came out. I kept my distance as he wound his way through the trees. He seemed to be watching but I guess he didn't even notice some little kid. He was looking out for an adult or maybe a cop. He finally stopped at a little clearing and sat down to eat. I gave him a few minutes and then walked into the clearing. He nearly choked when he saw me. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Looking for you. I want to talk to you about The Program. I was supposed to be your buddy in The Program this week. They won't let me be in it unless you come back." Monday evening - Chuck I don't know how I missed seeing her coming. I guess I was just not worried about a kid. I damned near choked to death when she surprised me. I asked her what she was doing there and she told me about not being allowed in The Program without a buddy. "But you're too young to be in High School much less The Program. Why do you want to be in that damn thing?" "So people will stop treating me like a little kid. I'm a sophomore just like you and I want to be treated like one. Just because I'm only twelve doesn't mean I'm still a child. If I'm smart enough to be there they should treat me like all the rest of the kids." "Well, I think you're nuts to want to go naked around there. The jerks will just make fun of you and tease you like they do me. And besides there is no way I'm going back. Are you going to tell them where I am?" "No. I won't tell. I think your wrong about how they'll treat me but I won't be part of forcing you to go back." This kid was smart and cute and seemed to understand what I was feeling. I was sorry to have messed up her plans but told her plainly that there was no way I would go back. We sat there for a while talking. She told me about herself and I told her about myself. It turned out she had seen me around during the summer but had been afraid to talk to me because I'm older. She thought I'd tease her like the other kids. I told her there was no way I'd do that. Besides I was the invisible man. She laughed and asked what that was. I explained how I kept off the radar around school. She thought it was terrible that I had to do that and miss the fun you could have in school. Monday evening - Simmie We talked for quite a while. I listened to his stories about the many different schools and about his "invisible man" routine. It made me sad. He seemed like such a nice guy and nobody would give him a chance. He had been moved around so much he had no friends and felt like he was an outsider where ever he went. I tried to talk him into going home. I told him his mother was worried. It was no good. He just wouldn't listen. I asked what he planned to do and he told me he might go back to the city where he used to live. He thought he could get a job there and live well enough. He laughed and said he would use his "invisible man" trick to keep out of sight. It was finally getting too late for me to stay. My mother would be furious as it was and I had to get home. I promised again not to tell anyone where he was. I left him there and went home, trying to think of a solution to both our problems. When I got home I called Chuck's mother. I told her I had seen him on the street and he was okay. I tried to make her feel better but maybe I shouldn't have. It didn't seem to help. I told my mother what had happened and got yelled at for cutting classes and being out late. I didn't tell her where I went. I said I was upset and just went for a walk. I don't think she believed me but she knows I'm as stubborn as she is so it was dropped. Tuesday - Simmie I went to school the next morning and had to put up with a long lecture from Mr. White about leaving school without a pass. He had heard from Mrs. Nagel about me seeing Chuck. He tried to get more out of me but I insisted that I didn't know where he was and had just run into him on the street. Mr. White again said that I could not be in the program without a buddy. He said he'd try to set something up for the next week. I shocked him with my answer. "If it's okay with you Mr. White, I'll withdraw my request to be in The Program. I've seen what it does to a nice guy like Chuck and I think I'd be better off not taking part. You never wanted me in it any way so that should satisfy you." "I'm sorry you feel that way Miss Carter, but perhaps it would be best if we granted your request. I will remove your name from the list for now. If you change your mind before you graduate we can talk again." I thanked him and left. The rest of the day was boring as usual. I took a few minutes in each of my afternoon classes to see what they had covered while I was gone and then ignored the rest. I was way ahead of them any way. After school I went home and changed into my "play" clothes and headed for the park. I walked into the trees quietly and when I was sure nobody was following me, I called out to Chuck to let him know I was alone. There was no answer. I searched the clearing and saw no sign of him. He was gone. I sat down and wept. I liked Chuck and wanted him to stay. I was hoping we could be friends. Another dream of mine that would not come to be. Chuck Nagel never came back. I would see his mother once in a while and she told me she got cards from him now and then. He had someone mail each one from a different city so they couldn't find him. He said he had a job and was okay. After a while I stopped asking. It made me too sad. I graduated from High School the next year at age thirteen. I never did take part in The Program. The law said you needed to serve one week in order to graduate but Mr. White gave me credit for the week I was supposed to be in it with Chuck. He didn't want me to be naked in school with all those older kids and I never asked to be a part of it again. The Program was fairly well received at Nathaniel Hawthorne High School. They had a few other problems with kids like Chuck but they went right on with it any way. A few kids managed to be excused from it by shrinks who said it would be dangerous. But the majority served their time with no trouble. I think it sucks. When I finish my degree I intend to start working for a group that wants to modify The Program. I don't see any problem with volunteers but I don't think it should be mandatory. There are too many kids out there like Chuck who might be permanently damaged. Oh yes. I've grown a lot and developed a good figure too. I look a lot more like other students at the University and so I don't get teased any more. I even go on dates with "older" men some times. :-) The end. Comments to: Uncle_Sky2004 at Yahoo dot com. Just a note to my readers. Those of us who write the stories you like to read have received and continue to receive a lot of support from ASSTR (Alt.Sex.Stories.Text.Repository). The major thing they do for us is archive our stories and make them available to you the readers. 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