This choice: Winona Carter-Watson, 23, a technical writer and wannabe novelist • Go Back...Chapter #6The Writer - Changing Perspective by: handheadcase   You spotted her just after 7 am. She walked in to a coffee shop on her way to work, but from the moment you saw here you knew she was somebody you wanted to befriend. She had a fashion sense that wasn't too different from yours, wearing a black skirt and black nylons, alongside what looked like a black and red striped sweater and a white collared shirt underneath. If she had black hair and pallid skin, you might have mistaken her for an Abner, in fact. But her blonde hair (with purple highlights fading out of it) and seemingly upbeat demeanor made it clear she was not.
You waited until she left the coffee shop, and then followed her as she walked to work. It didn't occur to you that creepily following someone to and from work is classic creepy Abner behavior, but, then again, you do have a family name to live up to. She didn't seem to spot you, even as you walked right behind her.
You slipped in to the office she worked in with minimal effort. In fact, the woman held the door for you when she entered the building. You'd never seen her before as you've prowled around town before, watching people and trying to learn about whatever it is that normal people do. She must be new.
You stopped in the lobby as she went into the staircase to your left. She must have worked on the second or top floor of the little building. You didn't know where she worked, so you might have to check both floors. You hadn't been in a professional building like this one in maybe a decade or two, so you were a bit wowed by all of the seemingly high-tech appliances and displays in the beginning. You walked right past the security guard near the front of the building, who expected to see your ID. He made a horrified face when he saw you clearly, realizing that you were likely an Abner. You paid him no him. You were too busy to care what some other normal person was going to say. You hadn't seen a computer in a few years, and you were quite shocked to see that they were no longer bulky, with fuzzy screens. You would have sat down in front of it, full of wonder, but decided to keep moving on.
You entered the staircase and went up to the second floor. You tried the door. Locked shut. The sign above it read "SYSTECH ENGINEERING". You weren't sure if this is the floor your new "friend" was on. You walked up to the third floor and tried that door, too. The sign above that door read "MASON-MILSON OFFICE SUPPLIES - SALEM BRANCH". You tried this door, attempting to push it open, and accidentally pushed too hard, breaking the lock and pushing the door right open. Whoops. You inherited the Abner strength and constitution of your parents, meaning you were often stronger than you meant to be and could take a lot of physical punishment before really feeling any pain. You poked your head in the door and looked around. The office was still dark, except for a few lights at the end of the building. You thought about checking them out, but... it looked like nobody was here right now. You just turned around and went back down the stairs.
You decided breaking the door to Systech would probably be the easiest way in. But you didn't want to make a show of it. You applied a little bit of pressure on the lock with your finger, pushing it slowly out of the big, wooden door, and allowing you to simply push the door open. You shut it quickly, and then forced the lock right back in the door. It was almost certainly not going to work again, not that you cared.
You looked around the office. There were more lights on, and you saw a few people siting in a conference room across the office, chatting. You didn't see your new friend.
You walked a few steps into the office, trying to appear like you were supposed to be there. Your family might like to flaunt their inability to blend in, but you wanted to surprise and delight your new friend. No point in scaring her immediately. You walked in to the break room, looking around. It looked like any other corporate break room... which almost enchanted you. It wasn't the grand, gothic kitchen of your mother or her mother. It was sleek, and lived in. You began to fantasize about a "normal life". You wondered what it would be like to work a job....
You snapped out of it when you heard a woman's voice from around the corner. You approached the corner and looked around the corner. A young woman - the one who caught your eye - was talking over her cubicle wall to someone on the other side. They conversed only for a minute, and then they both got up and began walking towards you in the break room. You slipped around the corner, and went the opposite way. You saw where she worked. You'd slip in to her cubicle, cast your invisibility spell, and then spend an hour or two lurking with her. You'd introduce yourself slowly, and then, you imagined, she'd be your friend and you and her would goof off at work for the rest of the day. Whatever it is that she did.
You tore down the hall at a breakneck pace, and then rounded the corner and got in her cubicle. You looked for a good place to position yourself, and sat on the desk adjacent to her computer desk. You'd have time to look at it later.
You raised your hand. You had readied the invisibility spell like an hour ago, so you were ready to go. You snapped your fingers.
There was a puff of purple smoke, which was... odd. Normally, the invisibility spell didn't have any accompanying effects. You looked down at your hand. It was still visible. That didn't seem right.
You looked up and said "Oh, cobwebs!" You must have been distracted, or thought of the wrong incantation, because you didn't cast invisibility. You cast miniaturization! You only learned it last week, and it must have been somewhere in your unconscious when you prepared the spell. This was bad for two reasons. One, it meant it was going to be very hard for you to get out of the office. And, two, you had not yet learned the enlarging spell, which meant unless you got back to Golgotha Hall (your home),, there was no way for you to get resized.
You stood on the desk, trying to figure out what to do. You grabbed a fresh, unsharpened pencil that laid across the table and held it up. It was just slightly taller than you, so you were probably seven inches or so. Maybe six and a half.
You tossed it off of the table in frustration. You tried to think about what you could do. You could definitely get off of the desk, though the fall would hurt (though it wouldn't harm you permanently, with your enhanced constitution and all), but then you'd have to get out of the office. You tried to stay calm. You came here to make friends, so... maybe you should stay put? You had a good feeling about this girl (whose name appeared to be Winona, based on the placard on the side of her cubicle).
You decided to stay put. You stood on the edge of the desk like a little knick-knack or a desk decoration. You tossed your hair in your hands, trying to make yourself look friendly and pleasant. You guessed it wasn't so bad... maybe Winona would even find it endearing that you appeared on her desk so small.
You - brave in the face of ghosts, skeletons, vampires, and horrible spiders - felt your heart quiver when you saw Winona come back towards her desk. She looked absolutely titanic at your new size. She couldn't have been more than 5'7", but she looked like a colossus striding towards you. She was conversing with her cubicle neighbor (a woman that looked a few years older), so she didn't see you yet. You decided to hide from her. What if she tried to swat you with her hand or freaked out and caused a scene? You couldn't have that. You looked around, and then dove behind the desktop that she had on her pc. You tripped over the huge, thick wires that connected all of the parts, and crouched behind them. You could see from underneath them the colossal Winona sitting down, putting her gigantic hands on the desk. You'd easily fit in them. You tried to stay calm, and to think of a plan.
You waited for maybe an hour before emerging from the desk. You waited until she was turned away from the pc, so you didn't startle her, and waited, hands on your hips, near the mouse and keyboard.
Then, she turned and spotted you...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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