I looked away from my watch and back at the truck that just hit me, after running me over it parked itself, and wouldn’t look the slightest bit out of place to anyone besides me, the guy that just got run over by the fucker... I look at it a moment longer but no one jumps out of it, no clowns, no midgets, nada, just as empty as when it first flattened me. Speaking of flattening, I look down at myself again... no obvious injuries... no pain, the only evidence of the event is a dusty imprint of the vehicle’s grill on my shirt.
Well I’m already late, and I do have some evidence that someone hit me... I suppose I could just pull an excuse out of my ass when I get into class, say some guy knocked me over and wouldn’t let me go until he was sure I was okay. Story straight in my head, I nod and make my way to class. It takes me several more minutes to get my stuff out of my locker and by the time I open the door to math it’s already ten minutes in.
Immediately my teacher, Mr. Grayson, an older man that looks like he should be teaching at an old, stuffy university, notices me and fixes me with the evil eye. “Ah Mr. Johnson, so good of you to join us! Mind telling us why you are ten minutes late today?”
“Well, guess that means I’m still alive and haven’t been wandering around as a ghost!” I think to myself before pointing at my shirt. “Some guy in a Toyota nearly turned me into a hood ornament, wouldn’t let me go until he was sure I was alright.”
Grayson squints at the mark and then his eyes bulge. “You were ran over?! Are you alright?”
“More like knocked on my butt... I’m fine, I feel fine!” I protest as he walks over, and lifts my shirt up in front of the class! I do work out so it’s not too embarrassing, but still! Of course, maybe it’s a good thing he does, turn out I wasn’t unscathed, my chest has a big red mark in the shape of the grill, and it’s a bit tender, but that’s it.
“You’re sure that doesn’t hurt?”
“It only hurts a little, please I’m fine!” I insist one last time before he concedes and let’s me put me shirt down.
“Very well...” He turns back to his desk and takes out a nurse’s note and hands it to me. “Here, you may be seated- but if you start feeling any pain or anything else don’t hesitate to use that to go to the nurse.“
Finally able to sit down I sigh and pull my books out, acutely aware of everyone staring at me... until Grayson smacks his book on his podium, nonverbally demanding all eyes on him as he once more goes into full hardass mode.
Class passes pretty normally from there and the tenderness in my chest gets better instead of worse, and no new pains or problems pop up elsewhere. A few friends ask me if I’m okay, and a few assholes waste no time heckling me the moment Grayson’s back is turned, but other than that geometry passes normally and it’s time to head off to my next class... of course, it’s at that point my bladder points out that I haven’t emptied it yet today, good thing I have five minutes to get to my next class.
I walk into the bathroom, stroll up to the stall and zip down to let the beast out and...
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