This choice: Logan, and his smelly, hyper feet • Go Back...Chapter #4Logan, and his smelly, hyper feet by: Unknown You decide to approach Logan, the boy with the tattered slip-on vans who can't seem to sit still. Hunter's patterns of movement were more predictable, but you were too intimidated by the muscular appearance of his legs and his large, broad-soled Etnies.
Logan slips his feet in and out of his shoes compulsively, and you think this offers the best chance for getting his attention. The next time he slips his foot out and rests it atop his shoe, you will dash towards his toes and beat on them with all your might, with the hope that you will get his attention so he can rescue you.
As you approach Logan, the smell eminating from his old shoes gets even more revolting. If his feet had been clean when he left his house this morning, they must've become coated in sweat as he walked to the bus stop. It was early September, and Summer still hadn't given way to Fall, so it was quite uncomfortably warm out. You finally reach the spot from which you plan to pounce. Logan's massive shoes bounce up and down on the dirty bus floor. It's funny that you are shrunken on a bus, because at your size, this 12 year old boy's shoes look like two massive white busses.
Logan doesn't make you wait long for your opportunity. He slides his foot out of his shoe and rests it on top. Now, just inches before your face lie Logan's long, tanned toes, glistening with sweat, and sprinkled with dust and dirt and lint--all the things that would be found caked in the toe section of an active young boy's shoes. He wiggles his toes gently, sending forward a vile cloud of foot oder that almost makes you lose your nerve. "How can a boy that size produce something so fierce?" you think. Oh well, you can't miss your opportunity, so you lurch forward, fists balled, ready to assault his two largest toes.
Your fists are just about to make contact with Logan's huge, slender toes, when he suddenly raises his foot up, preparing to start tapping it again. In the split second it takes him to raise his foot, you trip on his outsole, and land in the shadow of this massive--no--normal sized boy's sweaty foot sole. Before you can do anything, his foot is tapping away. Logan is unknowingly pummeling you between the canvas fabric of his shoes and the hot, clammy, sweat drenched flesh of his foot sole. Blow after blow, the front end of Logan's foot rises up a few inches, and then rushes back down to slap your face, stinging you like a wet cloth would.
After you've been smacked down dozens of times, Logan finally moves his foot and rests it on the side of his Vans shoe, his sole in contact with the bare floor of the bus. For many seconds you lie there on the top of the filthy canvassed sneaker of that 12 year old boy, lost in a stupor. You had been in your share of scuffs, but you’ve never endured such a cruel beating as that administered to you under Logan’s perfect bare foot. You know that Logan could resume the assault at any second, and you HAVE to move. You are beaten, but not broken, and you manage to roll off the side of the shoe and land on the floor of the bus, where you hope to regain your crushed confidence and make another attempt at contacting giant—no—normal sized Logan. You have to keep reminding yourself that you are the tiny one.
You only have a few seconds before Logan…
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