Sneaking Back Into Class
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
Tulip stops just short of the classroom door. She lowers you to the floor and says "Okay, little bro, I have to get back to class. Try not to get in any more trouble, eh." With a smile, she straightens back up and trots off down the hall. You watch her leave until she disappears around a corner. Something is definitely going on with her today. She must want something... You're sure that you'll figure it out soon enough.
You turn to face the door in front of you. It's ajar just enough for you to sneak in. The class is already well in session. Miss Lawson writes on the whiteboard while talking about what you guess is the homework assignment from yesterday (the one you WOULD have worked on had you not gotten stuck in your sister's shoe all night). You move swiftly, hoping to make it to your desk on the other side of the class before anyone notices.
Everyone seems to be fixated on the teacher's lecture. You sidle across the front of your teacher's desk. So far so good, you think as you reach the edge. Your desk is still a little ways off. It would be too risky to just run the rest of the way across the open floor. You'll have to sneak around a few of the desks.
You quickly dart from the front desk to... Kyle's desk? You don't remember his name. In any case, you hide behind his sneakers and take a look around. It doesn't appear that anyone noticed, so you don't dawdle and head under Melanie's desk. The two of you never talked much, but you could tell from her clothing and attitude that she was kind of spoiled. You hid behind her abandoned flip-flops and looked around again. Looks like you're still in the clear.
You start to run for the next desk but Melanie's foot swings in front of you and blocks your path. You manage to stop yourself from smashing into it, but as you stop your feet slide out from under you. You hit the back of your head on the way down and squint your eyes closed from the pain. You cradle your wound until the pain subsides (which is pretty quickly, thanks to your condition). When your eyes again, you see a swaying object above you. Your eyes bulge when you realize that it's Melanie's other foot, just barely hovering over you. The toes are so close to you in fact, that you have to shimmy your way out.
Before you can get to safety, however, the palm of her foot comes down on you. Your whole body is pinned down and you are engulfed by her toes as they curl over your head. It only lasts a second before her feet jump up off of you. Melanie leans over the side of the desk and looks down at you. From the expression on her face, you can tell that she is quite freaked out from the experience. You wave up awkwardly to her and then put your finger to your lips, trying to keep her quiet. She frowns at you but doesn't say anything.
You feel lucky, and get back to your feet. You dust yourself off and get ready to move on. Almost there, just one more des-,"Teacher!" Melanie exclaims. "Steve is running around the floor!" Drat, you think as you look over to your teacher. She, and probably the rest of class, stares down at you. Miss Lawson walks over, picks you up, and lifts you to her face. "Steve, what do you think you were doing?" She asks, composed but obviously unhappy with you. You look into one of her eyes and respond honestly, "I was heading to my desk..." You know how bogus that sounds, and it's obvious that your teacher doesn't buy it either. She just stares at you and smirks, "uh-huh." She then puts you...
You turn to face the door in front of you. It's ajar just enough for you to sneak in. The class is already well in session. Miss Lawson writes on the whiteboard while talking about what you guess is the homework assignment from yesterday (the one you WOULD have worked on had you not gotten stuck in your sister's shoe all night). You move swiftly, hoping to make it to your desk on the other side of the class before anyone notices.
Everyone seems to be fixated on the teacher's lecture. You sidle across the front of your teacher's desk. So far so good, you think as you reach the edge. Your desk is still a little ways off. It would be too risky to just run the rest of the way across the open floor. You'll have to sneak around a few of the desks.
You quickly dart from the front desk to... Kyle's desk? You don't remember his name. In any case, you hide behind his sneakers and take a look around. It doesn't appear that anyone noticed, so you don't dawdle and head under Melanie's desk. The two of you never talked much, but you could tell from her clothing and attitude that she was kind of spoiled. You hid behind her abandoned flip-flops and looked around again. Looks like you're still in the clear.
You start to run for the next desk but Melanie's foot swings in front of you and blocks your path. You manage to stop yourself from smashing into it, but as you stop your feet slide out from under you. You hit the back of your head on the way down and squint your eyes closed from the pain. You cradle your wound until the pain subsides (which is pretty quickly, thanks to your condition). When your eyes again, you see a swaying object above you. Your eyes bulge when you realize that it's Melanie's other foot, just barely hovering over you. The toes are so close to you in fact, that you have to shimmy your way out.
Before you can get to safety, however, the palm of her foot comes down on you. Your whole body is pinned down and you are engulfed by her toes as they curl over your head. It only lasts a second before her feet jump up off of you. Melanie leans over the side of the desk and looks down at you. From the expression on her face, you can tell that she is quite freaked out from the experience. You wave up awkwardly to her and then put your finger to your lips, trying to keep her quiet. She frowns at you but doesn't say anything.
You feel lucky, and get back to your feet. You dust yourself off and get ready to move on. Almost there, just one more des-,"Teacher!" Melanie exclaims. "Steve is running around the floor!" Drat, you think as you look over to your teacher. She, and probably the rest of class, stares down at you. Miss Lawson walks over, picks you up, and lifts you to her face. "Steve, what do you think you were doing?" She asks, composed but obviously unhappy with you. You look into one of her eyes and respond honestly, "I was heading to my desk..." You know how bogus that sounds, and it's obvious that your teacher doesn't buy it either. She just stares at you and smirks, "uh-huh." She then puts you...
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