I’m a normal teenager, I go to school, am sarcastic, and spend too much time on my electronics. Well, I used to be. To say my life is ordinary would be the biggest understatement of the century. Let me educate you. I’m a seventeen year old toddler. I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not like that. A curse was cast upon me and I got transformed into a toddler.
How did I get like this you may ask? Let me enlighten you. Witches are real. They’re not very friendly either. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Damn, that dude needs to be stuck in a mental institution. But when you went through what I did, you have no choice but to believe in the impossible.
Up until a few months ago I was your average, nerdy, easily obsessed, teenage boy. But like every teenager I made a mistake. I insulted the wrong person, not knowing what she was capable of. The consequences were horrible. This “Person” cast a spell on me transforming meinto the one thing I dreaded.
-Two weeks earlier-
“Don’t be gone too long.”
Nodding my head in agreement, I swiftly grab my jacket and head outside. It was a beautiful day, and perfect weather to go for a walk.
Heading down the sidewalk on the road something strange occurs to me. I can’t shake this weird feeling I have. I haven’t been walking for long, so maybe it could be that I need for exercise. But no, that’s not it. Something doesn’t seem right. I have a peculiar feeling in the pit of my stomach that something’s about to happen. I just don’t know what, and that’s what worries me.
My eyes were burning from the blazing fun, fingers numb, and all I could hear was a slight whistle of what I assumed to be the wind in the distance. That was all I remembered until my sight descended into darkness.
Suddenly I got my vision back. How long have I been out? Was it minutes, hours, days?
“Oww” I grumble to my irritated self.
Confusion settled into my throbbing head. Arms uncontrollably shaking and I can hear the faint chirping of songbirds rustling in the leaves. Slowly I lift my head up towards the sky and stare at the crescent moon.
Wait moon? After taking a double take there’s no denying the glistening brightness of what’s in front of me. How long have I been out? That question reappears in my head. Reluctantly I bring my hand up and scratch my head, but I made the mistake of looking at.
This can’t be happening. Oh, no it must be a dream, yeah that’s it. I’m dreaming, and soon I’ll wake up to overly cooked bacon and tasteless eggs. But as minutes dawned upon me I came to realize this was no dream. Glancing over I see a puddle, and quickly gaze in it to see my reflection. But it wasn’t my reflection gazing back; instead it was the baby fat checks of a toddler. I was a freaking toddler.
What am I going to do? Oh, god what about Elizabeth. She probably worried sick about me. I promised her I wouldn’t be gone long. That’s it, I need to find her.
If I remember correctly I wasn’t that far away from the house. Using all my energy and taking god knows how long, I finally found myself on the footsteps of the house. I lift my hand up, ready to pound on the door when it swiftly opens before I get the chance. Elizabeth is in the doorway glancing down at me.
“Help... Elizabeth, help.” I tried to communicate with her, but when I spoke my words came out slurred. I’m assuming to her it sounded more like “Hewl… Eweealizabea hewl”
“Hey honey, are you lost?”
“Don’t you recognize me” I shuttered, struggling to catch my breath. Strangely this time, my words seemed to be clear.
Her eyebrows raised, forehead brooded, and if you looked closely you could see her teeth clenched. I’ve seen that look numerous times before. She’s confused, probably wondering where she knows me from. Debating if I’m crazy or if I thought she was someone else.Bringing my hands up I tugged on the cold metal dangling from my neck, carefully removing it, I place it in her hands. This will make her understand, it has to. Confusion spread over her face as she tried to grasp what I was telling her.Suddenly recognition flashed through her face, her eyes got huge, and between shaky breaths she almost failed to say what I was trying to make her understand.
“Charlie?”
Then a metor hit the earth, and zombies flooded the world. Apperently Elizabeth is an alien, and her one purpose in life is to kill me. Before she gets the chance to the world blows up and we all die. The zombies are the only ones that survived. The End!
