You quickly shove the socks in your pocket and head towards the stairs. Your pockets look ridiculous, stuffed full of sock as they are, but if you can just get to your room before running into anybody then you can hide the socks and deal with them when nobody's around.
You make it through the front hall okay. Your mom sounds like she's in the kitchen, trying to get Briana to help her put groceries away. Ha, good luck with that.
A quick glimpse up the stairs shows that the coast seems clear. Maybe Janet is already in her room? Still, you better hurry.
You attempt to take the stairs three at a time, just like you have done for the last several years. Yet even as you take your first step, you can tell something is wrong. This feeling is vindicated when, seconds later, you jam your toes into the side of the stair at full speed.
You let out a loud curse, eliciting a laugh from Briana and a "Language, John" from your mom.
Something weird is definitely going on with your legs and feet, but you can deal with that after you get rid of the socks
You take the stairs two at a time instead, and quickly make your way upstairs. However, just when you think you're home free, Janet rounds the corner and blocks your way.
Finally, all of the small things that have been bothering you come together, and you're not sure you like the conclusion you come to. The thing that clinches it is Janet; she is standing at the top of the stairs, you are standing just one step down, yet somehow, you are having to look up at her even though the height difference between the two of you shouldn't make that possible.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.16 seconds at 3:56pm on Mar 14, 2025 via server WEBX1.