Change of Perspective

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So, remember how I said watching James fail made my day? I take it back, there is absolutely nothing that will ever make this day better. First of all, I get stuffed in a flipping pocket again! Does he have no respect? Wait, he doesn't...

Anyway, you want to know what's worse than being stuffed in a random boys pocket? Being stuffed there as his girlfriend sits on his lap! Does he have no mercy for the tiny girl that had the unfortuncy to be found by him?

Yes he-we were still at school, yes I just had to suffer through geometry again. Yes I had to listen to some teacher go on and on about the theme in some book I've never heard of.

And then I got pelted by the possibly heavenly smells of food, and assaulted with the earth shattering rumble of  two hundred teens talking and shouting.

While I was stunned by the various senses that were overloading, a huge, crushing weight positioned itself on top of me.

"Hey babe." James rumbled, apparently not worried about my possible death.

"Hey." Oh my ears! Why does her voice have to be so high pitched?

To be honest, I was too busy clenching my teeth and holding back tears to pay attention to the rest of the conversation. I can only begin to describe the relief I felt when this crushing weight was off of me.

It occurs to me that I'd probably be better off with someone else, or better yet, on my own.

Yep, let's do it before this kid kills me.

I squirm and shuffle my way toward the sliver of light that was my freedom. Army crawling until I can poke my head out and breath fresh air. I made sure the two giants closest to me were still focused on each other before pulling myself the rest of the way out. Now, how to get down?
Didn't think of that...

Well...
You can just climb down...
Yeah.

Let's say I climbed down and spare my embarrassment.

After regaining my senses, and getting over the pain, I stand up. I am rather shaky, and my butt hurts, but that was totally from the workout, not falling...

Either way I'm on the floor now. And looking at hundreds of feet that could at any second crush me. Totally not terrified, nope, not at all.
You really aren't good at thinking ahead Al.
What do you mean? I'm brilliant!
Okay, then what are you going to do now?
Um...walk?
And what about after the final bell? When everyone is leaving this hell hole?
What about it?
What are you going to do?
Uh...stay here?
In a school, all alone, in the dark?
Um...maybe I'll find someone...
Really? And who will that be?
...shut up.

Hope you like the update. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this thing so yeah, vote and comment if you like. Me loves ya! :)