This choice: You make it into the bag • Go Back...Chapter #4Rebecca and her clothing by: Bird   Of course you knew Rebecca. Well, you knew of her, at the very least. She was the top of her class, leader of the student parliament, and varsity athlete on three sports, basketball included. She was also a repeat offender when it came to bus safety violations, having been suspended from normal school bus routes at least four times. Now you were a mechanic so bus discipline wasn't your home domain, but the word through the grape vine was that she just couldn't listen to the driver. She talked over railroad warnings, refused to participate in emergency drills, and, if the rumors were true, was once caught changing underwear on the bus.
She was quite the character and not your first choice for assistance; still, you watched those basketball shoes tread over debris bigger than you without slowing down and help was help. With all the speed you cold muster you leaped for the nearest article of clothing: a sweat stained pair of underwear, frayed with use. And not a moment too soon either, as her fingers crashed down to either side of you, hucking the garment into the bag without second thought.
You half-heartedly waved for her attention, but she was more occupied with grabbing her things than scouting for shrinkies, and in moments she zipped the bag back up, throwing you into darkness. With a sigh, you sat down in the sweaty air. Nothing to do now but wait.
"Rebecca! Scooch over girl."
Rebecca happily obliged, moving over to the window to let her friend join her. Pressed for space, she set her bag back on the floor and rested her feet onto it, not concerned with flattening the clothes inside.
A hearty jostle shook you awake, but before you could regain any sense of bearings a terrible weight pushed the ceiling down onto you. It was terrifying and unrelenting and in your sleep addled mind it didn't make any sense. Desperate to get away, you tugged at the soft cave before you, pulling yourself into its relative safety.
After a few minutes and some deep breaths, it all came back; shrinking, Rebecca, hiding. But it was too late now. Your attempt to get away left you tangled in lose treads attached to sweat encrusted clothes, helpless to move. You fate was no longer in your own hands.
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