This choice: Your mom came up, it is time to go to school. • Go Back...Chapter #5Your mom came up, it is time to go to school. by: Darkjak   “What is going on up here?” your mom asks as she pokes her head up the stairs.
“N-nothing,” you stammer. “Why do you ask?”
“I just thought I heard a lot of laughing coming from up her and was wondering what was so funny,” she states. “I haven’t heard you laugh like that since you were little.”
You were trying to think of something to tell her instead of what you weren’t even really convinced just happened, when your hand bumped into something on the bench. You looked to find that it was your phone, which had fallen out of your pocket.
“My friend just sent me this video that was just super funny to me,” you lied as you grabbed your phone and pointed to it.
It seemed to be enough to convince your mother as she shrugged before saying “Your breakfast is on the table getting cold. If you don’t hurry up, you won’t have time to eat before you go to school.”
“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute,” you say as she heads back downstairs. As you stand up, you notice how sore your legs and joints are from them being stuck crossed like they were. You let out a discomforted groan, rubbing your knees before starting to walk to the stairs. As you were about to take your first step, you find your feet seemingly stuck to the floor. You look down at them to see your toes wiggling again.
“Ugh, what now?” you ask in annoyance, only to feel a tingling sensation travel upward from your feet through your legs. It stops at your waist and holds for a moment before fading away. You find yourself able to move again, as well as notice that your joints aren’t sore anymore.
“Thanks, I guess” you say to your feet. You feel kind of awkward talking to a part of your body like that, only to notice a wiggle in response. You follow up with the question, “What did you do, though?”
You regret asking almost immediately as your right foot takes a large step forward, throwing your balance to follow as it then slides itself forward across the floor. Your eyes widen in shock as you instinctively put your hands down to catch yourself. You use all the strength in your legs that you can to try to stop the slide, but your feet kept going. Before you knew it you were almost flat to the floor in a full front split, with the only thing keeping you up was your outstretched hands.
It was at this moment that you realized that it didn’t hurt. You remember being flexible, but you were never THAT flexible. You slowly let yourself settle to the floor, as you notice the toes on your forward foot wiggle triumphantly. You scoff as you lean to the side to bring your leg forward again to get back to standing up.
“Can we please stop messing around?” you ask desperately as you stand up. “I don’t have time to play, I have to get to school!”
You received no response from your feet, which you took as acceptance and hurried downstairs to the dining room where your breakfast was sitting. Your mom had gone all out this morning with a breakfast of dollar-pancakes, scrambled eggs and a side of bacon. You quickly sat down after taking a look at the clock. You had about 10 minutes to eat before you had to rush out the door to catch the bus.
After drizzling some syrup over the pancakes, you quickly start stuffing them in your mouth, trying to get them down as quick as possible, envisioning yourself like your favorite anime character chowing down on mountains of food, and nearly choking on them in the process before washing it down with some orange juice. You finished the bacon strips and started on the eggs, but as you stabbed a clump of egg with your fork, you felt a familiar sensation wrapping itself around your arm, just below your elbow that prevented you from reaching it to your mouth with it. You looked down to see the soles of your feet, cheekily wiggling your toes as they had crossed your legs into the lotus pose again. Your newly acquired flexibility had betrayed you, as it was no longer strenuous on your joints to sit like this, and you were so engrossed in the task of finishing your breakfast before it was time to leave that you hadn’t noticed that your feet were on the move again.
“Please, not now,” you plead, trying to eat your eggs.
The invisible tendrils continued to tug preventing you from getting your food closer to your mouth, wrapping farther down your arm. You give in to their demands and take your free hand and start stroking your soles lightly, resulting in your arm being released from their grasp. As you alternate between your feet, your toes wiggle happily in response. You notice that your feet still aren’t as ticklish as when you were forced earlier, but the sensation is unusually pleasant, almost to the point that you don’t want to stop. You hadn’t even noticed that you had put your fork down and were using both hands to stroke your fingers along your soles until your mom had stepped in the room, snapping you back to reality.
“You ready to go?” she asks, eyeing your plate. “You barely touched our eggs.”
“Y-yea, sorry!” you stammer before lifting the plate so you can shovel your food into your mouth to finish it off, to which your mom looks at you with slight annoyance at your poor table manners but thankfully she's understanding of the circumstances.
You uncross your legs and run to your room, grab your backpack and head to your closet to grab a pair of shoes to wear to school.
“Are you ready yet?” your mom asks from behind you. “I’m late for work and i won't be able to drive you if you miss the bus.”
“Yea, I was just grabbing my shoes,” you reply.
“Al right then,” she says as she heads out.
You turn back to your closet to put on your shoes only to realize your feet had already picked out a pair that you were already wearing.
What did they pick?
(for those who don’t know what “dollar pancakes” are, they are 1Tbsp/15ml measurements of batter which spread to about 1-1/2 - 2in or 4 - 5cm in diameter)
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