Britany's body turned and in a mere heartbeat's length, her eyes cast down on Billy's crumpled form. He froze, instincts taking over, a million excuses for why he was watching her change running through his head. But before he could even open his mouth, the world went dark once more.
A canopy of rough, synthetic fabric descended on him, quickly followed by the thudding weights of more clothes, causally tossed by the teen towards her bag, the two-foot-tall boy being mere collateral damage. Billy sighed in relief, which he soon regretted as the rank smell of the sweaty garments flooded his lungs. What was Britany tossing at him?
He didn't have time to find out, as the unrelenting force of her grip came down on the pile. He stifled a grown as a waylaid finger slammed into his gut, but it mattered little as the whole pile, him included, was quickly bundled away into Britany's bag. His head slipped free into the light long enough to see her towering form, shadowed by the ceiling light, reach for the zipper and shut the lid.
Britany grabbed the old, ratty bag full of clothes and slung it over her shoulder, bumping it against her backpack. Jogging downstairs, she nearly bumped right into her mom.
"Sorry Mom, I'm gonna be late for the bus!" Britany said, giving Patricia a quick hug and kiss before scooting towards the door. "I've got the clothes, you remember that you're picking me up after school today right?"
"Of course, honey." Patricia said, following her daughter to the door. "I won't even be late this time!"
"MOM!"
Meanwhile, Billy was tossed about in the old bag, struggling to catch a clean breath in the wad of clothes intended for...
A canopy of rough, synthetic fabric descended on him, quickly followed by the thudding weights of more clothes, causally tossed by the teen towards her bag, the two-foot-tall boy being mere collateral damage. Billy sighed in relief, which he soon regretted as the rank smell of the sweaty garments flooded his lungs. What was Britany tossing at him?
He didn't have time to find out, as the unrelenting force of her grip came down on the pile. He stifled a grown as a waylaid finger slammed into his gut, but it mattered little as the whole pile, him included, was quickly bundled away into Britany's bag. His head slipped free into the light long enough to see her towering form, shadowed by the ceiling light, reach for the zipper and shut the lid.
Britany grabbed the old, ratty bag full of clothes and slung it over her shoulder, bumping it against her backpack. Jogging downstairs, she nearly bumped right into her mom.
"Sorry Mom, I'm gonna be late for the bus!" Britany said, giving Patricia a quick hug and kiss before scooting towards the door. "I've got the clothes, you remember that you're picking me up after school today right?"
"Of course, honey." Patricia said, following her daughter to the door. "I won't even be late this time!"
"MOM!"
Meanwhile, Billy was tossed about in the old bag, struggling to catch a clean breath in the wad of clothes intended for...
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June 10, 2023
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