A Dummy's Lady - A Goosebumps Fanfiction {Completed}

Big Sister To The Rescue

I was not happy, and I was certainly not in the mood for games. I clenched my teeth and uttered a growl like a wolf would make as I pulled myself back up. My shoes hit the surprising floor that was not soaked in water. In most bathrooms, the floors sometimes have puddles of water scattered all over the room. You have to be careful not to slip. Otherwise, you will fall and break your back.

How do I know that "fun" fact? Take a lucky guess, ladies and gentlemen.

I placed my hands against the wall to keep from falling back down on my bottom. And trust me, falling on my bottom the first time was not the most pleasant thing in the world.

My legs quivered a bit. They had fallen asleep while I was on the ground. I gently slapped them, trying to get them to "wake up." That is when the prickly sensation started. And by sensation, I mean torture.

If you know what I was going through, then hats off to you!

Unless you do not wear a hat or are not wearing one at this moment.

Having your legs fall asleep on you is difficult and quite rude. Seriously. When you are doing your business for so long, then both of your legs fall to sleep. And you do not realize it until you stand up! I am sorry, but sometimes, our legs can be jerks. I mean, excuse me for being consent to my stomach, who had regretted eating the last burrito. My belly comes first when it comes to pain. Not you legs!

Hmm. Now that I think about it, I was only on the ground for at least twelve seconds. So why did they just fall asleep on me?

It is probably payback for all the running that I have done on them throughout the day.

I stood there for about a minute, and the prickling in my legs soon died down. I let out a long whoosh of air, relieved that the pain had finally ended. I glanced at the exit of the bathroom where the manuscript went off and disappeared. I clenched my hands into tight fists.

"Dirtbag!" I said angrily. I started leaving the bathroom, but I immediately stopped myself. I turned back to the sinks and held my hands up. I examined my flawless hands. They were not dirty.

I looked at the wall and the floor.

But washing your hands does not hurt.

I walked back up to the middle sink, the one that I had gripped on. I turned on the faucet. Clean, sparkling water emerged from the faucet and splashed on the sink. I looked at the counter for some soap, but there was none. I sighed and just washed my hands with the water, and then dried them with a towel that was lying on the counter. After they were dry, I shifted my body back towards the exit. I cleared my throat.

"Dirtbag!" I exclaimed again as I dashed out of the restroom.

I ran down the hall and snorted, like a bull that had been released from its captivity and was now charging at whatever it spotted. My shoes kicked up some dirt and squeaked from time to time as I turned corners. Corner after corner after corner. But I did not care. I did not care how many noises that I made or how loud they were. Heck, I did not give a care in the world that I was running in the hallways when there are signs on the walls that are all over this building that state "No running in the hallways."

I needed to run. I had to hurry.

My baby sister was in trouble. And I had to come to her rescue.

Before it was too late.

I soon reached the double doors that led outside. I pushed on one of the doors. No creak was heard.

What a relief!

The door swung open at my command, and I stepped out of the building. I was now standing on earth grounds. Grass and dirt. I took in the fresh air and let go of the door. The door instantly swung back.

Bang!

I jumped and breathed heavily. My heart was pounding all the way.

I glanced at the door. It was at this moment that I realized.

I had been jump scared by a door. A stinkin' door.

Looks like that my character development will be downgraded because of that.

I glanced back at the darkness and night sky and squinted my eyes, searching for the football field. Unfortunately, I had no luck. I searched for a couple of minutes before finally giving up.

"I cannot see," I confessed to myself. "It is too dark."

Just when I was about to lose all faith in me...

"Goo!"

"Huh?!" I was suddenly alerted. My body tensed. "Tamara?"

"Wah!"

"Tamara!" I recognized that whine. It belonged to my baby girl! "Hold on, Tamara! Your big and favorite sister is coming!"

I ran like the fastest man alive to where the coos and cries were coming from. "Tamara, I am here! Tamara!"

I stopped in my tracks, catching my breath. My legs were aching. Again, they were more concerned of themselves than my baby sister. But those were not the main reasons why I stopped.

I saw Slappy perch on the hood of the black car. He was laughing with glee at a sight. I slowly turned my head to see what he was seeing...and teared up.

Tamara was lying on the ground, and gnomes swarmed around her. The gnomes were not doing anything like poking her or touching her.

They were causing her misery and hurting her physically.