Chapter #9Nothing ever goes according to plan by: Anakin Solo   You come up with a brilliant plan.
You get ready as if you plan to go to school. Then heading downstairs you go to the kitchen. Annie is on her cell and sees you. “Mom, he’s still here.” She says ignoring you and rummaging through the fridge with her free hand. “Yah, yah, yah…shut up! No he did not!”
You mom comes around the corner. “Oh, there you are, I thought you headed out early.”
You shrug, maybe a bit too smugly. “No, I’m still here.” You fumble with the remote while which is tucked in the back of your pants under your shirt. “You know, Mom,” I haven’t been feeling too good.”
Busily you mom walks past you. “Oh, like sick.” She says not concernedly. She checks her cell phone. A normal morning’s bustle. She has a laundry basket on the table and there are still plates from the girls’ breakfast. “you think you can go to school?”
You are excited with anticipation. Your palms sweat. “Well actually…” You reach around and grip the trigger and squeeze – “MOM,” Shannon yelled from up stairs. Your mother turned away just as you pulled the trigger. Before your eyes everything started to extend up higher and higher then wider and wider. You mom went from a woman just shorter than you to a giant. But a giant that was not looking.
Shannon’s voice crew into a louder thunder and then with several BOOM, BOOM, BOOMs, you mom went away from you. CRAP! You think to yourself. You look around. You are standing in the middle of the hall and there were no witnesses. Shoot.
You look around and judging by the chair you guess you’re about an inch, maybe a bit more tall. You look at the size gun in your hand and turn it over checking the power level. There was a little on the meter but not much. So you can’t go back to do a do over.
You stop to think for a second. All is not lost. Mom has to come back. It was in the middle of planning but in the excitement of your plan you failed to account for something. Annie came out of the kitchen talking on her cell still. Spinning around you see the giant KEDS (brand name) come stomping towards you.
Thinking quick you dive out of the way but when your chest hits the carpet you let go of the remote and it flys away. Suddenly this isn’t so much fun. You get up watching Annie stop away and get a unpleasant view of what’s under her skirt. Eww. Turning around you look for the remote but don’t see it. It couldn’t have gotten far. Your heart races from the near fatal accident and now you quickly worry about finding the remote, the only means you have of returning to your normal size.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, “OKAY, HONEY,WHAT WHERE YOU SAYING ABOUT NOT FEELING GOO –“
Your turning stops as you see your giant mother stand in the hallway. She looks around, her head turning but never did her eyes look down. Dread seeps into your stomach. Shannon comes down behind her mother and prances past her. Each of her foot falls makes the very ground groan in protest. You run to the side just to make sure you are clear of her feet as they past and gone in less than an instant.
You’re heart is pounding so hard you can’t yet yell out. You turn fallowing your huge younger sister with your eyes to make sure she goes into the kitchen and disappears. But then Mom takes up your attention as she comes further into the space. Remembering the plan you run forward, but not too close, and jump up and down waiving your hands but stop a second later. Wait, if I tell her I’ve shrunk sure I can stay home and claim this was some kind of freak accident but then how will I find he remote while she rushes me to the hospital or something? This line of thought is pushed aside as you realized Mom is now moving again. She picks up her basket setting it on her hip and looking around shrugs and stops off. Her brown shoes also make the floor bend and sound and you duck as she walks right over you, each step clearing what would take you minutes to run.
What started out as a nice neat plan as deteriorated into a race against time, you realize. Shannon and Annie will be out the door soon and once mom finishes with the laundry she will clean the rest of the house. You have to find that remote before something happens to it. An image of Mom running a gi-normous vacuum cleaner and sucking up the now tiny device flashed before your mind’s eye. You franticly try to see where the remote could have landed.
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