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Chapter 10: Pinch Me, I Must Be Dreaming

Chapter 10

Pinch Me, I Must Be Dreaming

 The calls, the shouts, the certain "Hi's" and "Hello's". I never really got to retort, retaliate or show some gratitude now. Well, it's certainly not easy being the actual guinea pig of flappy bird, pacman or the new Super Mario Bros. game you enjoyed when you still envied the Nintendo DS classic.

 No, this was extremely far out. It was like I was in all those three games, all at once.

 "Hey watch it!" Some random dude yells as I toppled all over his books.

"Hello there Dianne." Reid from history class says nonchalantly as I pass him through my dash.

 "Mama mia! Is the punishment held inside now?" Makarios guy from Rome either asked or insulted me.

 I went all through that and more now, but nevertheless, I pushed all the stress away by concentrating. I was in the middle of the dash, running, jumping through heaps of obstacles and midgets all around. Until, I heard the sound of glasses crashing and people falling down. The noisy and complaint-filled atmosphere immediately shushed in an instant, people slowed down as well to take a peek.

 "Where the hell are my clothes?!"

 And, that's my cue, hope she didn't notice me. If she did, the panting would definitely give it away. I'll take a brief glimpse of my victim once I've cooled down a bit. A smirk formed on my face, the perfect entertainment before my suffering begins.

 I looked side wards and saw a girl clad only in a towel emerging from the changing room, banging several students' foreheads and arms as the expensive glass doors made contact as she started nagging.

 I stopped in my tracks. The owner of the voice seemed familiar. Attempting a ninety degree turn, I caught the view of the horrible wrecking ball trasher.

 And my smirk fell.

 Her damp, golden tresses were scattered furiously all over her head and tangled. Shampoo bubbles were all over on the top of her head and arms. They were visible even in the seventeen meter dash I made through. I could hear my heart beat through the silence, my breath growing short. I felt the gnawing at the walls on my beating heart. I'll admit, I felt uneasy but certainly not afraid, I felt guilty.

 "I'm asking again, who the heck took them?!" She roared, still dripping wet as the bubbles ski down her cheekbones.

 Everyone else froze. I could feel the tension in the air as she scanned the hall, looking down at the people. "Well?" She roared again, "someone answer!"

 All of us gaped at her. Even in only a pink flush towel she's rude, not that I can blame her. I did sort of 'borrow' her stuff without permission. We all looked at her livid face, a flicker of annoyance was evident as she crossed her slender arms, tapping her fingers slowly and glaring at everyone grudgingly.

 Next time, check who the person is Dianne, you will save a life.

 "Melisa has no panties!" Some buff guy says, breaking the ice with a clear wide smile on his face. He was chanting again and again, looking up and down pleased with the view.

 "Melisa has no panties! Melisa has no panties!" The crowd joins in, the chanting growing stronger and stronger.

 "You asshats," she snarls loudly, pointing stiffly at the males, "you attention-seekers," she sneered at the girls through gritted teeth, "need some lessons. I don't give a damn if I don't have my panties now! I need my freaking clothes!" She shouted, a high-pitched snarl that could almost crack glass.