Drew spell backward and hit the ground with, what was to him, a loud, thud. Of course, way above no one heard a thing. Dazed, and with the wind knocked out of him, Drew looked up and up between the massive nylon colored legs of the teacher. There was a womph sound followed by low grade Thud. Drew felt the heat and the moist air radiate from somewhere nearby and without looking rolled over and started to crawl in the opposite direction.
Time passes quickly or slowly depending upon the perspective of the person experiencing it. For Drew, the next hour blurred as he crawled over dusted debris on what others would’ve conceived up as a relatively clean floor. At some point he got enough wind back that he was able to shakily stand up and keep plotting forward away from the giant that nearly crashed him. Of course this was about the same time that Susan started to get up from their desks to turn in their tests.
As Drew stood up the floor rumbled.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
The floor vibrating was soon accompanied by the sporadic in periodic CLICK, as some of the female students were wearing a variety of more feminine apparel.
Drew had crawled into the darkness beneath Miss Branson’s desk. He had actually made it to the far side and was just coming out into the light when SLAMB, A giant red wall collided with the ground only a few feet from him. The concussive force sent him rolling.
Above, Brittany Turner, set her test on the teachers desk. However as she turned her hand screwed the rest the pile and sent the whole thing falling to the floor.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Britney said as she meltdown to start gathering up these fallen papers.
Mary Branson, being an experienced teacher, suspected this might be an attempt to look at the other students paperwork and quickly slid back on her uncomfortable pumps to stand up and come around the desk. “That’s all right, Miss Turner,“ The other woman said. “ you may return to your desk.”
Drew had been knocked over by the red wall hitting the ground. However that was nothing compared to the avalanche that hit him moments later. There really wasn’t anything in the young man’s mind to compare the experience of having an avalanche fall over him. It wasn’t snow although it was white. It was heavy and firm but not necessarily solid. Drew wasn’t hurt as much as just stunned.
And all the cacophony, I drew was unaware of the interaction between the two giants. He was pinned beneath a wall laying flat over him. So there wasn’t much he could’ve done anyway.
After Britney return to her desk the bell rang. All the students as one got up and started the massive stampede right by the teachers desk and out of the classroom.
With a tired side, Mary Branson, crouched by her desk and started to scoop up the fallen papers. Getting them into a pile she quickly married them up with her cutter parts on her desk and gathered her other belongings. She had the following period free as her planing period Which usually took in the teachers lounge.
Almost as soon as the cascade had fallen over it drew he felt the mass of him moving. Soon he was rolled up along with it and sandwiched between the rough light colored masses. His mind hadn’t yet understood that this was paper. It was only the semi soft almost tree like substance. Experience being lifted up then dropped suddenly. The massive weight of all the stuff above him press down but not crushingly so. Then suddenly he was up again.
Mary Branson held her bag in one hand and the small stack of papers over her arm. As she approached the classroom door she brace the papers against her breast while she used her other hand to finagle the door knob.
Drew felt vertigo as he was shifted from my horizontal to vertical position and then the swaying accompanied by BOOMS. . It wasn’t long however before his confusion was superseded by a greater concern. Without warning Drew was feeling crushed as the object behind him pressed in even firmly holding him against the same sheets in front of him. Something massive was beyond them but Drew couldn’t see. Soon the swaying in the booms resumed. With each Boom drew was pressed then slightly released and then pressed again. Release and squeeze release and squeeze. This went on for an unknown period of time. For however long it took Drew managed to get some of his wits back. After all while he was being squeezed he was not being brutalized as he had been before. He even conceived of trying to squeezer shimmy his way out from between the massive objects but he did not have the opportunity.
Mary Branson entered the teachers lounge and unceremoniously dropped her bag and papers onto the nearest table. Stepping away she went to get a cup of coffee.
“Tough morning,” Eleanor Smith, asked. She was in her early 30s, all blonde curls and sunny California disposition. Despite her bubbly personality she was actually post doctorate in chemistry. She was one of the primary science teachers at the school. Dr. Smith was actually one of those women that other women either loved or hated. She was beautiful, young, and gifted with intelligence and the money and degrees to back it up.
Elsewhere in the lounge, miss Felicia Day, one of the French teachers was gathering her things from the table. Where Dr. Smith was blonde and bright, miss Day was dark and pale. Her long hair was black and shining at her face was white and creamy having almost never seen the sun. The French teacher kept her self immaculate at all times, being a Parisian transplant, she never left the house with anything less than her best. She actually thought very little of the American education system and only work in it due to a recent divorce from her husband and the need for employment. With a brief bonjour to her colleagues she had it out of the lounge to her class, her 3 inch heels clicking all the way out the door.
Time passes quickly or slowly depending upon the perspective of the person experiencing it. For Drew, the next hour blurred as he crawled over dusted debris on what others would’ve conceived up as a relatively clean floor. At some point he got enough wind back that he was able to shakily stand up and keep plotting forward away from the giant that nearly crashed him. Of course this was about the same time that Susan started to get up from their desks to turn in their tests.
As Drew stood up the floor rumbled.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
The floor vibrating was soon accompanied by the sporadic in periodic CLICK, as some of the female students were wearing a variety of more feminine apparel.
Drew had crawled into the darkness beneath Miss Branson’s desk. He had actually made it to the far side and was just coming out into the light when SLAMB, A giant red wall collided with the ground only a few feet from him. The concussive force sent him rolling.
Above, Brittany Turner, set her test on the teachers desk. However as she turned her hand screwed the rest the pile and sent the whole thing falling to the floor.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Britney said as she meltdown to start gathering up these fallen papers.
Mary Branson, being an experienced teacher, suspected this might be an attempt to look at the other students paperwork and quickly slid back on her uncomfortable pumps to stand up and come around the desk. “That’s all right, Miss Turner,“ The other woman said. “ you may return to your desk.”
Drew had been knocked over by the red wall hitting the ground. However that was nothing compared to the avalanche that hit him moments later. There really wasn’t anything in the young man’s mind to compare the experience of having an avalanche fall over him. It wasn’t snow although it was white. It was heavy and firm but not necessarily solid. Drew wasn’t hurt as much as just stunned.
And all the cacophony, I drew was unaware of the interaction between the two giants. He was pinned beneath a wall laying flat over him. So there wasn’t much he could’ve done anyway.
After Britney return to her desk the bell rang. All the students as one got up and started the massive stampede right by the teachers desk and out of the classroom.
With a tired side, Mary Branson, crouched by her desk and started to scoop up the fallen papers. Getting them into a pile she quickly married them up with her cutter parts on her desk and gathered her other belongings. She had the following period free as her planing period Which usually took in the teachers lounge.
Almost as soon as the cascade had fallen over it drew he felt the mass of him moving. Soon he was rolled up along with it and sandwiched between the rough light colored masses. His mind hadn’t yet understood that this was paper. It was only the semi soft almost tree like substance. Experience being lifted up then dropped suddenly. The massive weight of all the stuff above him press down but not crushingly so. Then suddenly he was up again.
Mary Branson held her bag in one hand and the small stack of papers over her arm. As she approached the classroom door she brace the papers against her breast while she used her other hand to finagle the door knob.
Drew felt vertigo as he was shifted from my horizontal to vertical position and then the swaying accompanied by BOOMS. . It wasn’t long however before his confusion was superseded by a greater concern. Without warning Drew was feeling crushed as the object behind him pressed in even firmly holding him against the same sheets in front of him. Something massive was beyond them but Drew couldn’t see. Soon the swaying in the booms resumed. With each Boom drew was pressed then slightly released and then pressed again. Release and squeeze release and squeeze. This went on for an unknown period of time. For however long it took Drew managed to get some of his wits back. After all while he was being squeezed he was not being brutalized as he had been before. He even conceived of trying to squeezer shimmy his way out from between the massive objects but he did not have the opportunity.
Mary Branson entered the teachers lounge and unceremoniously dropped her bag and papers onto the nearest table. Stepping away she went to get a cup of coffee.
“Tough morning,” Eleanor Smith, asked. She was in her early 30s, all blonde curls and sunny California disposition. Despite her bubbly personality she was actually post doctorate in chemistry. She was one of the primary science teachers at the school. Dr. Smith was actually one of those women that other women either loved or hated. She was beautiful, young, and gifted with intelligence and the money and degrees to back it up.
Elsewhere in the lounge, miss Felicia Day, one of the French teachers was gathering her things from the table. Where Dr. Smith was blonde and bright, miss Day was dark and pale. Her long hair was black and shining at her face was white and creamy having almost never seen the sun. The French teacher kept her self immaculate at all times, being a Parisian transplant, she never left the house with anything less than her best. She actually thought very little of the American education system and only work in it due to a recent divorce from her husband and the need for employment. With a brief bonjour to her colleagues she had it out of the lounge to her class, her 3 inch heels clicking all the way out the door.
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June 10, 2023
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