>>7016353>Anon shuffles sideways toward the gate
Your stagger is due to the enormous black leather strap that hangs over your shoulder. At about knee height a large bag hangs.
You look out onto the playground. The normies are playing games, laughing and doing what mum called “fluid talk, or ‘water talk’ as mum called it when you were little”.
“here we go again” you think to yourself as you look down at the enormous dead weight attached to your shoulder and step towards the playground.
A normie walks over looking bewildered.
they always look so confused, so incomprehensible, so inaccessible, so obtuse, so explicable, such fools! Buffoons!” you think.
“THANKS FOR THESAURUS MUM” you blurt out, spit flying.
The group of normies are now looking at you. “WATER TALK” you shout
By now an entire wall of normies has surrounded you.
One of the largest and most popular kids, Chad, steps forward and unclips the strap of your bag. A rustling, but distinct thud is heard as the bag falls to your side. “My vanilla yogurt, my cereal bar!” you were going to eat those at break in the Spanish room. You didn’t do Spanish. You just liked to spend your breaks there”. However your tongue flailing hysterically sending ropes of spittle over the ground like a dog drying itself, your concern at your “precisely” cooled lunch came out as “LAOLUGH ALOGHAOL SLAOAOAOP”.
You begin shaking, foam bubbles and gathers at the corner of your lips Heavy hands shove you. Stumbling forward, your arm catches the strap of the bag. Hands keep pushing you round, faster.. You assume a horizontal position,. Velocity increases, you assume orbit. Your hiking boots destroys Chad’s knees. You settle with a low wine.And with a flash of light trailing upwards into the sky.
You were gone.
