Chapter #4The Human Kirby. by: M.E   I was spending my time trying to control Snout so he can carry me & the newspaper back into the house, but it was useless. The squirrel is too distracting.
"Do I have to do everything myself?" I slide down the yellow plastic and start to tug the newspaper back home. "Ughh. This thing won't budge!" I couldn't move it, not even an inch!. I got exhausted and climbed up back to the top to think of an idea. Just as I was brainstorming, There was an impact. I ducked and covered in fear. I felt the rising of the paper. I took a small peek at what was going on, and what I saw frightened me. I see a razor sharp fang just a foot away from me. Drool was falling from above. I glanced at the creature before my eyes, and see my neighbor's poodle, Bubby.
"She must be stealing the newspaper! What a little dev-" I was cut off as Bubby was dashing back to the house.
"THAT'S A GOOD GIRL, BUBBY. YOU CAN REST NOW." I was being raised to a new height.
"I remember that voice...it must be Pamela!" Pamela was a little 11 year old redhead girl. She is very shy around me. She was going towards the couch.
"HEY MOM, I GOT THE NEWSPAPER." She must have gotten the same task as me.
"KEEP QUIET! I'M TRYING TO WATCH MY SHOWS! JUST PUT IT AT THE CORNER, AND GO PLAY IN YOUR ROOM OR SOMETHING!"
"YES, MOM." She then tosses me at the corner and goes up the stairs. I can see the sadness in her face. You turn to the couch to see that despicable mother. That was Carol, and she was not the nicest. She is fat, lazy, and cruel with her temper. Your nickname for her is "The Human Kirby", since she has a habit of eating alot. I can probably predict she acts the same at her job in the office. You can still remembered the day when she moved into the neighborhood...
***Flashback***
"Hey mom, do you think these new neighbors will be nice?"
"I DON'T KNOW, HONEY. WE'LL JUST WAIT AND SEE." I see my mom ring the doorbell. Not much time has passed until I heard a voice inside.
"PAMELA, GET THE DOOR!" I see the door being unlocked, and there was a little redhead in the door.
"HELLO"
"WELL, HELLO. YOU MUST BE PAMELA. I'M MS. SHRIPO. THIS IS MY SON, MIKEY." I was raised to be eye leveled with the girl. She gasps in fear. "DON'T WORRY. HE WAS BORN LIKE THIS." I was feeling weird with my bladder.
"Mom, I have to go..."
"BUT WE JUST GOT HERE. DON'T BE RUDE."
"No. I mean I have to gooooo now"
"OH! WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO? EXCUSE ME PAMELA. CAN YOU TAKE MY SON TO THE RESTROOM?"
"OH SURE! I'LL BE HAPPY TOO." I jump onto her hand and was being transported to the bathroom. As I was leaving, I watched as my mom was greeting Pamela's mother.
"HELLO."
"WHO ARE YOU?" Then the wall block my vision. I had a bad feeling about this. Minutes later, I was standing at the enormous bathroom.
"WELL...HERE YOU GO!"
"Thanks Pamela. I think I can take it from here."
"OK." She giggles and runs off. I was now alone in the teal-colored restroom. I climbed up the toilet and did my business. After my pee-pee break, I climbed down and walked out, only to find Pamela sitting on the carpet.
"Pamela? What are you doing out here?"
"OH, I JUST WANTED TO WALK YOU BACK TO YOUR MOM. IS THAT OKAY?"
"Sure it is." Then me and her started walking down the hall. As I passed the wall, I was shocked. I saw Pamela's mom kicking my mom out!
"LOOK WHY DON'T GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE COPS FOR TRESPASSING. OH, AND I'LL TELL YOUR "ONE INCH SON" THE SAME THING. HA!" Then You see the oversized woman slam the door.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, MOM?! SHE WAS JUST BEING POLITE!"
"HEY, SHE WAS MAKING UP STUFF ABOUT SOME KID NAMED MICKY BEING ONE INCH TALL! I DIDN'T WANT SOME LUNATIC IN MY HOME. AND HERE'S ANOTHER THING! YOUR GROUNDED FOR BACK-SASSING ME. NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE, OR I'LL GET BUBBY ON YOU!" I was now watching Pamela leaving in tears.
"This is one fat bitch!" I said in anger. I had an idea! If I can prove to her I'm real, then maybe she won't think my mom's loony! I run to her direction, only to be near her meaty toes. "Ugh! there's alot of toe jam between her toes. Bet she's too big to even clean them. Ha." I was making a joke to myself, but was too idiotic to not see her toes coming close to me. I was now held in her cheesy toes.
"Get me out of here!! It so disgusting!" I was gagging all over. She then flexed her toes around, enough to give me a chance to escape. I ran out and was now breathing in fresh air. I was really glad that was over. I spoke too soon, when the fat lady got up from the couch and started dancing.
"WHOO-HOO!" I was now dodging falling minivan-like items. I couldn't keep up the pace, and got hit in the head. I was too weak to move, and all I could do was listen. "AWW! I DROPPED MY JELLYBEANS! AHH WELL, I'LL JUST SCOOP THEM UP." She then scoops up her jellybeans (and me) into the bowl. I wasn't placed at the bottom, but my back was rearranged. I was now being scooped up, again, with a few other colorful beans. She was plotting them into her monstrous mouth, one by one. I was the last but I wasn't plotted. I was dangling from above.
"Please, don't eat me!" She couldn't hear my cries, and then she let go of her grip. "NOOOOOO....!"
***Flashback***
I still shudder at that painful memory. It wasn't until Carol felt something in her mouth, I explained everything to her, she was mad, gave me back to my mother, and yelled the same words: "I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS CHILD OF YOURS IN MY HOUSE AGAIN!!" But alas, I was in her house again. Now I needed a plan to get out of here. You could run up to Pamela's room. She would be more than happy to help. Another thing was to ask Carol for some help. It could be the greatest thing or horrible thing. You pick...
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