January 2010
Jason dazed off in the middle of his Math class, which was after English class where he muttered his wish. He wasn't able to sleep well last night, marathoning the 2nd season of Breaking Bad for more than 9 hours straight, into midnight. He discovered the show back in October when his friend recommended it to him, saying it was riveting and strange. Jason was hooked ever since, but only yesterday was he able to lazily finish torrenting every episode. His sister Jill wasn't all that happy having her brother stay up late like this, but she knew that he has been waiting for his chance to start downloading as soon as they return from their week-long visit to their grandparents' home. He barely survived all the talks about how America should have been like it was when JFK was president ("Nowadays we have these crackpots who constantly take all our hard-earned cash for themselves. Look at how they made our economy bankrupt! When we were told that the US can handle the Soviets, we knew that we can handle the Soviets...").
As soon as the bell rang to signal lunchtime, Jason lifted his heavy head to see Mr. Miller telling the class to prepare... something... he didn't quite get what he said, still groggy from his nap. He picks up his navy blue backpack, lays the straps around his shoulders, then heads for the exit, when he noticed Mr. Miller glance at him; he looked annoyed, not irritated, but annoyed, as if he constantly has these types of students in his class. Jason nervously smiled back at him, continuing to do so as he leaves the room.
Along the hallway, he sees his pal Wes, who was with him during Math class. He runs up to him, eager to ask a question.
"Hey, Wes," said Jason.
"Yeah?"
"What did Mr. Miller say when Math was finished?"
"He said to bring a compass for drawing, since he'll start Trigonometry next meeting. I saw you were asleep again."
"Yeah, but I can't help it. Marathoned Breaking Bad last night, and it was awesome, you should try it sometime, y'know."
"Will do, but I'll just pick up the DVD when it comes out."
"All right, you will just have a blast, man, watching the best show on television." Jason begins jogging towards the school entrance.
"If I don't?" asked Wes loudly across the hall.
Jason turns around and replies "Sue me!", finishing their conversation.
With his allowance of 15 bucks from his parents, he plans to order take-out from a fast food restaurant then head back home to pick up his PE uniform he forgot to bring with him. Humming "Negro y Azul  " under his breath, he heads towards his Honda Civic at the parking lot at the side of his school. Halfway through, he is suddenly greeted by a barrage of students walking along the lot, which he hadn't noticed while at the exit of the school. A flurry of whites, reds, yellows, greens, and blues from the students' clothes constantly crossed his line of vision. Jason tries to navigate through the crowd, trying to avoid the bags and shoulders of each student making their way, to no avail. He is continually nudged, pushed, and shoved by the stream of teens, so much so that he eventually forgot what direction he was headed. He scans his surroundings, and sees some of the faces of the crowd, a few he thought he recognized, but most of the others he didn't. He has now reached a point where he's just desperate to get to his car, trying to shove others out of the way to where he thinks his car is, until he notices a small yet heavy-looking brown duffel bag coming towards him. He barely glimpses its appearance until it blows him right at the side of his head, which knocks him out...
Kaleidoscopic images appear before Jason in a chaotic yet beautiful manner: the duffel bag from earlier comes out of a hole in a tree at the forest, transforming into a green blob-like creature with a hand inside its body, a clown dressed as a lawyer appears out of the tree and starts singing "Oh how I wish I could have taken up law," the grass reveals a red bowler hat out of which comes a rat dressed in a suit, running towards a dragon's skull which it made into a home, and an empty glass box which has an inscription reading "Seize the day". Looking at them all, he's just bewildered at what he is seeing. He then tries to run away from the forest to a plain white landscape, seeing many Rambo clones along the way. They are firing away their guns toward his direction, yet curiously he isn't hurt by any of their shots. As soon as he reaches the white landscape, he hears a voice which seems oddly familiar to him. It says repeatedly, with a tinny sort of sound like a cheap recording, "I wish I was you." It's his own voice, he thinks, which isn't voluntarily coming from him. He is now starting to feel hysterical, running in distress from what he thinks is his dream towards a lone, plain-looking, blue door. As soon as he opens it, he is assaulted by a swarm of disembodied hands and feet rushing out of the door, piling on top of him until he is fully covered.
Jason suddenly woke up from the dream, yelling from the shock for a bit, then breathing heavily, already sitting upright as if he wasn't even lying down while sleeping. He immediately scanned his surroundings, finding out that for some reason, he is at the cafeteria. He then notices some students who are looking at him funny, most likely from his shout. Jason slows his breath down, for his nightmare was over. As soon as he calms himself, he sees and stares at a meal that seems to have been barely eaten by someone. After seeing this, he feels a metallic object in his hand, which he sees is a red iPod Classic, but then he notices something off: his hands look different. It looks slender and very smooth, not at all like his own hand, as well as having fingernails with pink nail polish. He almost gets sick of the thought of having "very girly" nail polish, when he notices the rest of his body: he now has the slender body of a girl, and instead of his red shirt, he is wearing a cheerleader's uniform. Highly shocked at what he is seeing, he tries to keep his sanity intact by trying to convince himself it is all still a dream. "No," Jason thinks to himself, "this all feels too real. My previous dream was just insane, while this... feels like the real thing, just that I'm the only one who's changed. What's the word people used to describe something like this?" The word Jason is trying to find is Kafkaesque.
Jason gradually begins hyperventilating again. He couldn't grasp at how he transferred to the cafeteria and transformed into a girl. He doesn't know what to do next. All the sounds of squeaking shoes, clinking spoons and forks, and chatter blur together, numbness creeping all over him as he stumbles a bit while getting off the chair. While he lurches forward towards the exit, students are momentarily halting what they're doing to witness what was happening to the cheerleader freaking out and trying to walk fast yet stumbling to the door. As soon as Jason reaches the door, he notices two to three teachers now heading towards the cafeteria, most likely hearing from others that a student seems to be in distress. Jason is in distress, but he could as well find out what happened to himself on his own, for maybe as soon as he tells them what happened, they might think he's insane and dismiss the situation, or worse: send him to a mental hospital. Or help him get his body back, but what can they do? All he can do now is hope that everything will be fine.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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