You lean forward at your desk towards your friend.
"Scott. Psst. Scott. Hey." Scott was one of your better friends here at Piccollet. He's the leader of the varsity T-Football team. ("T" standing for, wouldn't you know it, "Tiny.") He's quite the alpha male, and like subsists off competition and bragging.
He's a good friend to you though. He's compassionate. He's also asleep.
"Scott. Scott. SCOTT." You flick the back of his head.
Slowly, he turns his head, with eyes low.
"The fuck you want, man. I'm sleeping."
"S-sorry. Hey, you wanna ditch?"
"Man... I'm tired."
Adam, another of your friends, joins in. He's sitting next to Scott.
"You guys are skipping? Can I come along?"
"Sure, whatever," you say, "Scott?"
"I ain't skipping for no reason. Gimme something better to do than sleep," Scott said.
"The world is beautiful Scott. Sights to see. Lives to live. We could bask on the side of a river, taste the sweet myrrh of Mount Olympus. Frolic with blue faeries in evergreen forests."
Scott laughed. "What the fuck? Right, man. Hey, how 'bout we go back to my house? I could show you guys my weights. 'course Adam here, I dunno."
Adam half-smiles half-glares. He stammers out some choppy semblance of a sentence.
"Anyway," you say, "let's just get the hell out of here. I could die of boredom."
So you do. Nobody stops you. Not even your fellow tiny students.1 And there aren't any tiny security guards in your school. You three just waltz right out, with Scott taking the lead. But to where?
1 Hello everyone! I use footnotes now for the way-too-long asides. Isn't that horrible?a
aIt's not like they don't notice. They just don't care. Many tinies, you see, have gained a rather nihilistic view on life. The world is dominated, understandably, by the normals, and the life-expectancy of a tiny is drastically lower than that of everyone else, for obvious reasons. Nearly the only things they can do in which they are on equal footing with the normals is the work of an artist. Making good art is pretty fucking hard, and it's not like everyone is creative enough to be one.
"Scott. Psst. Scott. Hey." Scott was one of your better friends here at Piccollet. He's the leader of the varsity T-Football team. ("T" standing for, wouldn't you know it, "Tiny.") He's quite the alpha male, and like subsists off competition and bragging.
He's a good friend to you though. He's compassionate. He's also asleep.
"Scott. Scott. SCOTT." You flick the back of his head.
Slowly, he turns his head, with eyes low.
"The fuck you want, man. I'm sleeping."
"S-sorry. Hey, you wanna ditch?"
"Man... I'm tired."
Adam, another of your friends, joins in. He's sitting next to Scott.
"You guys are skipping? Can I come along?"
"Sure, whatever," you say, "Scott?"
"I ain't skipping for no reason. Gimme something better to do than sleep," Scott said.
"The world is beautiful Scott. Sights to see. Lives to live. We could bask on the side of a river, taste the sweet myrrh of Mount Olympus. Frolic with blue faeries in evergreen forests."
Scott laughed. "What the fuck? Right, man. Hey, how 'bout we go back to my house? I could show you guys my weights. 'course Adam here, I dunno."
Adam half-smiles half-glares. He stammers out some choppy semblance of a sentence.
"Anyway," you say, "let's just get the hell out of here. I could die of boredom."
So you do. Nobody stops you. Not even your fellow tiny students.1 And there aren't any tiny security guards in your school. You three just waltz right out, with Scott taking the lead. But to where?
1 Hello everyone! I use footnotes now for the way-too-long asides. Isn't that horrible?a
aIt's not like they don't notice. They just don't care. Many tinies, you see, have gained a rather nihilistic view on life. The world is dominated, understandably, by the normals, and the life-expectancy of a tiny is drastically lower than that of everyone else, for obvious reasons. Nearly the only things they can do in which they are on equal footing with the normals is the work of an artist. Making good art is pretty fucking hard, and it's not like everyone is creative enough to be one.
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