our teacher doesn't call us by our real names but by our future potential

Our teacher doesn't call us by our real names but by our future potential.

I have a teacher at school that teaches a variety of subjects, and he is generally well liked, but the only strange thing about him is that he doesn't call any student by their real names but by their future potential, in his opinion.

He comes into class and starts doing the registration.

Potential cannibal teacher shouts out loud, and Callum raises his hand as he knows it's him because the teacher always calls him by that name.

The potential burglar teacher shouts out loud, and Brian puts his hand up as he has been called that many times by the teacher.

Potential psychopath teacher shouts out loud, and Emily puts her hand up as she knows it's her because the teacher always calls her that.

Potential murderer, and I now put my hand up because he always calls me by that name.

He has something for everyone, from a potential freak accident to a potential evil genius.

I admit that it was fun at first, but now I just want him to call me by my real name, which is Joshua.

On another day, our teacher starts doing the register, and as usual, he calls everyone by their future potential and not their real names, but then he calls Callum by his real name.

We were all shocked.

I asked my friend Callum why our teacher didn't call Callum a potential cannibal anymore.

And he asked me if I really wanted to know.

I obviously wanted to know, and he took me somewhere.

Callum and I had walked through a wonderful, spacious park after school.

It was full of tall trees, and it was very nicely maintained.

In this large park, there was an abandoned mansion, and I can’t really say how long it had been there, but on that day, the front door of the mansion was wide open.

Callum wanted the two of us to check out what was inside the place.

As we inched through the door, the very first thing I noticed was that the mansion’s floor was littered with crumpled-up pieces of paper.

We looked at each other and observed that there was no furniture, nothing except for those wrinkled balls of paper.

The mansion had six rooms on its main floor, and every room we entered bore more and more scrunched-up pieces of paper.

Callum wanted me to open up one of the paper balls to see what was inside, and my curiosity got the better of me.

Callum was also urging me to open up a scrunched-up ball of paper so that I could understand why the teacher called him by his real name and not his future potential.

I picked up a single wrinkled piece of paper, and as my friend picked up another, I unfolded my paper, smoothing out its bends and dents.

At that moment, it was almost as if a piece of a rainbow emerged before our eyes, and I was suddenly standing next to a large window in one of the upstairs rooms of the house.

I was looking outside into the large park.

When I looked down at the piece of paper I held, it read, ‘Look outside the large window that oversees the park in the upstairs parlor.' I dropped the piece of paper, and it fluttered gracefully to the ground.

Meanwhile, I stared at my open hands in a bout of horror.

Dazed and utterly perplexed, I found my way downstairs and met up with my friend Callum.

He was in the kitchen, sitting at a round table that hadn’t been there before.

Where did that come from?

I wondered.

My friend Callum stared at his opened paper and re-read the words several times before he looked at me and turned the page my way.

It said, ‘Go to the kitchen and sit at the round table.’ We stared at each other for a few moments.

I was vaguely afraid, but Callum wasn't.

Then I began to chuckle.

Within seconds, we were both laughing our heads off and marveling at our newfound game, which Callum had discovered many days earlier.

I could hardly believe what had happened, but being young as we were, the mystery was endlessly exciting.

We decided again to open up another scrunched-up piece of paper.

As we opened up the crumpled papers on the floor, we experienced the same sudden flash of rainbow colors, but this time I ended up lying down in the field behind the mansion.

When I peered onto the paper in my right hand, it read, ‘Lie down in the field behind the mansion.’ I giggled uncontrollably.

After a few minutes of running around the house, I found my friend collecting multiple balls of paper in his arms, eager to experience more of these strange, exciting phenomena.

Callum then went up to me, and he wanted to show me something.

In a cupboard was another version of himself, but his hand was chopped off and tied up to a metal pipe.

Callum told me that when he discovered this house all by himself, he picked up a scrunched-up ball of paper, and when he unscrunched it, it read, 'You will find another version of yourself', and then, in a flash of rainbow colors, there was his identical twin.

He then beat up his identical twin really badly, and Callum then ate his arm, which then made him a real cannibal and not a potential cannibal.

Which is why the teacher called him by his real name.

Callum looked at me and told me to murder his identical twin.

His identical twin has no birth certificate, and no one apart from me and Callum knows that his twin exists.

I killed Callum's identical twin, and at school, my teacher called me by my real name and not a potential murderer anymore.

Because it's not potential anymore, but real.

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