Schools out at the very moment and time to go home finally after another bullshit and lost day. You are pretty much frustrated since it is Friday and weekend ahead. School is boring, but weekends are even worse. You have a lack of friends and nothing to do on the weekends. You find your life really boring and your wish to be someone else is growing every step you make to your car, an old Honda Civic.
The car is old and even it is always reliable it feels kind of shitty and compared to the cars the other students have it indicates that you are a looser and not one of the rich kids, they have huge SUVs or even nice German cars like Audi, BMW or Porsche….
Again you wish you could be one of them….
Also thinking about tonight, Friday night, where these rich kids will throw party’s or join them or hanging around in the cool clubs downtown…
And you, being at home alone watching TV, what a nice outlook for the weekend, where the weather will be perfect and you know that some of your classmates have convertible cars and will drive around with open roof tops…
Damn it, it feels bad to be me and lost in your depression and dark thoughts you even bump into some tree. You wonder because this never happened before, was there even a tree when I parked the car in the morning? You are confused or starting to loose your mind even more as you see some squirrel on this tree and it looks you into the eyes… Scared you turn around and enter your car to start the engine, but there is some issue…You open the trunk and some smoke came out and you inhale it. It must be poisoned or something, carving you black out…
When you wake up again you were curled up of a couch, your head on the armrest and your arms hugging a large pillow. On your feet you felt a pair of slippers.
"What the hell?" you say before noticing that your voice was different.
You turn and sit up, throwing the pillow aside. As you make this move, you notice some rather strange sensations. Just as you reach the upright position you cannot ignore the strange pull on your chest, tickling of your neck and silky texture all around your torso down to your knees. You then stumble forwards and... fall on the ground with your face ahead….
Another minute after this knockout you come back to your senses and try to make out what happened to you and why you feel so strange. You look down at your hands and arms. You take note of their thinness before shifting your attention to the pulling sensation you feel from inside your chest. Reaching for your chest your foreign hands arrive upon foreign terrain.
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