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examining a beautiful version of myself…a
cartoon character…an exaggerated Jessica Rabbit.
Oh, no.
I wasn't
crazy. A pill and a stint on the third floor at Pocono Medical wouldn't cure
this.
Nope, and
so much worse, I'd have to handle whatever was happening alone.
There
was nothing I could do if my bed or a theater seat–a toilet seat for that
matter–decided to suck me back to that place.
The
kitchen was quiet, both parents thankfully still in bed. I pulled the shears
out of the chopping block on the counter and went back into the bathroom.
After
ten minutes of brushing out bits of trees, I braided my hair. One deep breath
and I held the shears at the base of the braid and cut through it.
Tangled
hair wouldn't slow me down again during any other future episodes.
God, I
hoped there would be no future episodes.
∞ ∞ ∞
I made
it to the bus stop as it pulled up to the entrance of the park. I shaped my
hair the best I could. No doubt when it dried it'd be standing up all over the
place. Unfortunately, my new look accomplished sneers from most of the girls
and unwanted interest of some guys.
"Take
a picture, assholes." I sat in the back and closed my eyes as the bus
grumbled to school.
Last
night, I almost died, and the biggest question I had was, what the hell?
Answers
were an imminent necessity, and the best I could come up with was Internet
research. I didn't know what to Google, maybe start with something like people
getting sucked into their beds, colorful places, or another stupid Boolean
phrase.
Whatever.
I'd try
them all and hope something would pop up.
After
handing off a bag to Jake, who kept commenting on how different I looked, I
went to homeroom and found Zander waiting with breakfast. The familiar fog he
usually created crept into my brain and seeped into my muscles.
"Hi,"
I said, strapping my bag on the back of my seat.
His wrinkled
clothes and stress-lined dark face surprised me, and before I could sit, he got
up to kiss my brains out.
Definitely
surprised–actually, sliding more toward shocked.
"Hi."
His chest heaved. "You're beautiful."
Shy, I
looked down at my shoes. "I missed you," I said, forgetting that I
hadn't given him a real thought since after my run the day before.
"And
I can't tell you how glad I am to see you right now." His fingers shook as
they pressed against my cheeks.
"It's
only been a day, Zander."
"Well,
it feels like years. I…I hoped you'd be here."
I laced
his fingers with mine, tugging them from my face. "Where else would I go?"
On our way
to Gym, I told him about my dad's sudden change–not willing to bring up the
nightmare from last night. That incident definitely fell into the theater seat
department.
The
stress tightening his face worsened. "That's great, Lena. Maybe you guys
can work things out, save the hassle of movin'."
So
New Zander was a comedian? Or just an asshole?
"Work
things out?" I pulled my hand away from his. "Are you serious?"
"Well,
if he's not hittin' anybody and wants to work things out, why not?" He
shrugged even as sweat beaded on his forehead. "Do you really think ya'll
are gonna make it without him? I mean, your mom's kinda weak, and you…"
"What're
you saying right now?" I stopped in the middle of the hall, making people
walk around us. Rage stained my voice. " What the hell are you saying? "
He tried
to pull me close, but I squirmed away. He sighed. "I'm just sayin' maybe
give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he's changin'."
Betrayal
ripped my heart. One of the only people on the planet who I assumed actually
knew me thought I was a weakling. Thought I was better off living with a
monster. "I... need to be away from you."
"Wait.
Lena!"
"No,
Zander. Seriously, just…leave me alone." I left him standing in the hall,
not bothering to look back.
∞ ∞ ∞
Coach
Stump understood my predicament–a family trouble line of shit–and agreed to let
me skip tryouts. Tryouts were just a formality for
cartoon character…an exaggerated Jessica Rabbit.
Oh, no.
I wasn't
crazy. A pill and a stint on the third floor at Pocono Medical wouldn't cure
this.
Nope, and
so much worse, I'd have to handle whatever was happening alone.
There
was nothing I could do if my bed or a theater seat–a toilet seat for that
matter–decided to suck me back to that place.
The
kitchen was quiet, both parents thankfully still in bed. I pulled the shears
out of the chopping block on the counter and went back into the bathroom.
After
ten minutes of brushing out bits of trees, I braided my hair. One deep breath
and I held the shears at the base of the braid and cut through it.
Tangled
hair wouldn't slow me down again during any other future episodes.
God, I
hoped there would be no future episodes.
∞ ∞ ∞
I made
it to the bus stop as it pulled up to the entrance of the park. I shaped my
hair the best I could. No doubt when it dried it'd be standing up all over the
place. Unfortunately, my new look accomplished sneers from most of the girls
and unwanted interest of some guys.
"Take
a picture, assholes." I sat in the back and closed my eyes as the bus
grumbled to school.
Last
night, I almost died, and the biggest question I had was, what the hell?
Answers
were an imminent necessity, and the best I could come up with was Internet
research. I didn't know what to Google, maybe start with something like people
getting sucked into their beds, colorful places, or another stupid Boolean
phrase.
Whatever.
I'd try
them all and hope something would pop up.
After
handing off a bag to Jake, who kept commenting on how different I looked, I
went to homeroom and found Zander waiting with breakfast. The familiar fog he
usually created crept into my brain and seeped into my muscles.
"Hi,"
I said, strapping my bag on the back of my seat.
His wrinkled
clothes and stress-lined dark face surprised me, and before I could sit, he got
up to kiss my brains out.
Definitely
surprised–actually, sliding more toward shocked.
"Hi."
His chest heaved. "You're beautiful."
Shy, I
looked down at my shoes. "I missed you," I said, forgetting that I
hadn't given him a real thought since after my run the day before.
"And
I can't tell you how glad I am to see you right now." His fingers shook as
they pressed against my cheeks.
"It's
only been a day, Zander."
"Well,
it feels like years. I…I hoped you'd be here."
I laced
his fingers with mine, tugging them from my face. "Where else would I go?"
On our way
to Gym, I told him about my dad's sudden change–not willing to bring up the
nightmare from last night. That incident definitely fell into the theater seat
department.
The
stress tightening his face worsened. "That's great, Lena. Maybe you guys
can work things out, save the hassle of movin'."
So
New Zander was a comedian? Or just an asshole?
"Work
things out?" I pulled my hand away from his. "Are you serious?"
"Well,
if he's not hittin' anybody and wants to work things out, why not?" He
shrugged even as sweat beaded on his forehead. "Do you really think ya'll
are gonna make it without him? I mean, your mom's kinda weak, and you…"
"What're
you saying right now?" I stopped in the middle of the hall, making people
walk around us. Rage stained my voice. " What the hell are you saying? "
He tried
to pull me close, but I squirmed away. He sighed. "I'm just sayin' maybe
give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he's changin'."
Betrayal
ripped my heart. One of the only people on the planet who I assumed actually
knew me thought I was a weakling. Thought I was better off living with a
monster. "I... need to be away from you."
"Wait.
Lena!"
"No,
Zander. Seriously, just…leave me alone." I left him standing in the hall,
not bothering to look back.
∞ ∞ ∞
Coach
Stump understood my predicament–a family trouble line of shit–and agreed to let
me skip tryouts. Tryouts were just a formality for
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