Tickle Academy

Day 1

Dear Diary,

It's me, Ashley again. I just got into this new school that has this weird uniform. It's a skirt, button down shirt, and a weird set of boots. They asked us to get a specific brand. I believe it's called Tekle or something like that.

I woke up today, early in morning, and got dressed in my uniform. I quickly said goodbye to my parents before heading to school. I walked by myself, thinking about how the day was gonna be. I was getting excited, I couldn't wait.

When I got to school, I went to my homeroom. Most of my classmates were dressed the same way I was, only with pants for the guys.

The only seat left was the one in the middle of the room. I took my seat and set my bag next to me. In the front was our teacher who looked a bit like a nerd. She had big round glasses and was reading a book. Her dress was not our uniform, but she still wore the same boots that we did.

The teacher stood up and handed us papers. "This is an aptitude test to see where you all are." She explained. "Oh and if you stop working for more than 10 minutes, then you finish. Good luck." She added.

We waited for her to give us the queue before starting. The test seemed very easy, all multiple choice on different subjects.

However, I found out for the ten minute break time just after starting. I felt something tickle my heels. My whole body tensed up as I quickly looked at my feet, seeing nothing there. The tickling continued as I turned back to my test.

I quickly answered the next few questions before looking around the room. Everyone in the room was either wiggling their feet, or biting their lips. I found myself doing the same, wiggling my feet to desperately escape.

I managed to get the next few questions answered before hearing someone burst out into giggles. I tried to ignore him, but it drove me closer to insanity. It was then that I felt the tickling sensation hit my soles and arches.

Laughter filled my lungs as I desperately answered the next few questions. The room slowly filled with laughter from people. Some of them gave up on the test and laughed their ten minutes away. Their laughter broke me, forcing me to let it out.

My face quickly grew red as it felt like millions of tiny fingers were tickling all over my feet. They got my heels, my soles, my toes. My poor toes. They are my worst spot and they were tickled mercilessly by whatever is tickling them.

It took all of my concentration that I had to keep working on my test. I didn't care if it was wrong at this point, I just wanted it done. However, I eventually broke down with a few questions left. I was a laughing mad woman in my seat as the timer counted down from 10 minutes.

By the end of the ten minutes, everyone has calmed down. The tickling stopped for all of us, letting us catch our breath. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me, but everyone had their eyes closed and looked up to the ceiling, with the exception of a single girl that looked straight ahead towards the front of the class.

I sighed in relief as the teacher graded our tests. My heart was pounding with each breath I took. My mind began to wonder as I wiggled my toes inside my shoes. I was so happy that they were finally free.

The teacher smiled as she graded the test. Almost as if, she enjoyed our torture. I wasn't sure whether to take it as a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, I don't mind being tickled, but if it's going too far, then I mind.

She kept taking glances at me during the downtime. I was getting nervous until the girl behind me put her feet on the back of my chair. I turned to see why she was doing that. The first thing I noticed when I saw her was her long blonde hair. I'm a dirty blonde so I quickly got jealous. Her blue eyes went perfectly with her white skin though.