This choice: She's going to her friend's beach house • Go Back... Your face is swallowed by Cellist’s giant hand. Then you feel yourself drop. “AHHH,” in less than a second you hit something hard that you bounce off of then land on your back…still alive, thank God for small favors. You are once again on your back and are looking up at a hole of light with shinny mettle teeth all around it and there are high walls…a trashcan you think but that idea is soon ignored because you recognize the leather brick like thing by your head. It is big and red with some stickers on it that look like they should fall off, Cellist’s wallet, o-be-it the size of a jeep. The mystery is easily solved because you know that a girl’s wallet is always in her purse, duh.
Now that you know where you are…where you are becomes the problem. <I’m lying in my sister’s purse…I’m a cell phone…> panic starts to set in. You try everything, moving your arms, legs, turn your head. You try blinking your eyes but you can’t, you try turning your head but it won’t move. Your eyes do though. That is something. You focus on that. Slowly you rotate your eyes to see how much you can see. You are almost able to see right next to yourself but it is just out of your vision’s range. You realize that your face/eyes must be where the view screen is. Okay, I can see. Doing everything you can to keep calm you focus on sounds. At first it is quite then you hear it, a kind of thump, thump, thump from outside the walls of your prison. You try to guess what it is and figure it must be Cellist moving around the room. It is then that you contemplate how small you really are. Cellist’s cell phone was one of those mini things with a slide out keypad. Then there is some yelling, but it seems so faded and you strain to hear it. “…Eric…out…tell…OKAY, MOM, GOT IT!” that last part is very loud and you look straight up into the light and see a giant loom over you. It is clearly Cellist wearing way too much makeup and eyeliner. You only see her for a moment then your cave goes black with a loud ZIP.
You didn’t know what to expect but a moment after you are in complete darkness havoc brakes out. The floor and walls are shaking and you feel yourself falling only to then realize you’re swinging. “OW,” you yell though inaudible when something hits your head. Then something roles over your face. Without any control over your body you flip over with a bounce of the bag you are in, “HO.”
There is no way to tell how long this went on. You try to prep yourself but it does no good. Sound can be heard but they are muffled and you can’t really pay attention because the rollercoaster of a ride has gone on way too long and you want to barff. Somehow in the back of your mind that is strange because you know you don’t have a stomach. Strange compared to all of this?
With a final bounce the world stops shaking. You are stuck on your side with something soft on your back and something hard in your exposed face. Your face feels like it has been stepped on and punched for…who knows how long. Keep wishing this is just some twisted dream but you are not waking up. ZIP! Light spills in but you can’t see anything with whatever it is on your face blocking your view. “CHECK THIS OUT!” you hear a voice above you but it isn’t Cellist’s, at least you don’t think so.
“WOOOOOOHH!” you scream as something grabs your side and you are being hoisted into the air and bright light. It takes only a moment for the glare to dissipate and you see you are…where am I, you think to yourself. There is some kind of wood colored thing and a girl runs by in a Bikini, a splash happens somewhere not too far. It is one of those beach splashes you hear…at the beach. The world spins and you’re turned around. You’re face to face with your big sister only she isn’t looking at you. You feel her giant thumb press down hard on your chest and then felling like your pants are being pulled down exposing yourself in front of Cellist.
A minute or two pass and you just stay like that and your sister lets her hand drop turning you upside down but you don’t fall. This wouldn’t be so bad, you think after much consideration, if I just knew what was going on. Randomly you feel like you have been kicked right in the nads.
Using her thumb Cellist activates her camera in her cell and raises it up to take a picture of her girl friend who is already drunk even though they haven’t had lunch yet. “WOOOHO…” she is yelling with the rest of her friends. Josh, a big blond guy walks over and poses for her but she doesn’t take his picture, “Get out of here…dork,” she jokes and he moves to go run on the beach.
You recover from the unexpected sucker punch but what the hell; your face is like…you can’t tell how to feel this. Like your head was spun around and you feel like you are looking out your back side, like you got a third eye and your normal ones are closed. What the heck, you can’t figure it out…So far as you just lay in your sister’s then WUSH, you feel yourself being lifted up, fast. You see a gorgeous red head with breasts so big, they have to be fake and she flashes you. You can’t believe it, these huge gorgeous boobs are right there and then you blink, what…you blink again…what the hell, blink. You can’t look away your eyes are stuck forward or backward which ever but…you blink again.
You can’t control it and you can’t look away. The world gets dizzy, you feel yourself moving like changing hands or spinning and then you are looking at your sister again. She has two girls you never saw before, one a blond and the other with long brown hair all in bathing suits. Blink, you blink again and then you spin and are looking right up into the face of the red head again. She is like right in your face and Blink, “STEPH,” everything goes black and you fall but are instantly caught by a crushing force. Without warning your pants are back on and then tight. The warm hand, you think was a hand is gone but you are in a tight space and THUMP, THUMP, you feel yourself rise and fall but you just giggle in place against this tight space, made of cloth. The THUMP, and motion is easier than anything else and you try to think, what just happened.
You try to picture Cellist’s cell phone and you know it is a slide out and that it has a camera and internet access and…that is it. The Camera, your head spinning thing must have been your eyes moving to the camera lens and you remember the hot red head with the killer tits. That was nice but…this isn’t. You try and look yourself over but can’t because there is a wall right in your face. I must be a pocket, you figure and you hope it is Cellist’s…
You can’t tell time like this in this deep dark pocket prison stuck to what you hope is your sister’s thigh. You bounce up and down and then your eyes which have never blink, accept for the camera part, shut…
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