Change of Perspective

Determination

I swear I was turning green from constantly being jolted and bounced with every step this guy took. Or was it a girl? Oh well, either way I wish they would stop moving. I feel bile rising in my throat.
How much do you think they'd mind if I puked cookie all over their shoe?
Depends, judging from how clean it is they wouldn't be too thrilled.
Aw, how about I puke all over their shoe and then get off and run?
Do you want to get stepped on?
Umm...not really...
Then hang on for bit longer, the bell should ring soon.
But I just got my hearing back...
I know.

Sure enough, a ring split the sound barrier and left me very disoriented. The foot stopped moving, and my lurching stomach calmed itself. I crawl from under my cover and slide my shaking form down the smooth material. Once I'm off the surface I hunch over and start heaving.
Maybe you shouldn't have eaten so much...
Shut up, can't you see I'm dying here?

I stand up, wipe my mouth on the pant leg of the nearest teen and stumble away.
I will never do that again...
Please don't.

I dont even know what class I've been dragged into. There seemed to be a lot of empty seats though, and no girls.
If I'm in a health class I swear I will kill myself here and now...
Don't pay attention to the chalkboard then.
Oh fudge...where's a knife?
That's going to be hard to find here...
My day can't get any worse.
You just jinxed it.
I know.
Just, walk out?
The door's closed.
Um...
There's no way you can make this situation better.
And I thought I was the negative half...
Let's, just...take a nap?
Where?
Um...a...backpack!
What?
The bag on the floor over there.
That's...actually not a terrible idea...
But...?
How will you know when to wake up?
The bell, not like that's quiet.
What if they leave early? Or you can't get out?
Stop trying to pick apart my idea, just admit it's good.
....
Yeah, thought so.

I walk over to the beckoning bag. My eyes were already drooping at the thought of sleep.

Wonder if there's anything fuzzy in there.

I thought of my fuzzy blanket, and pillow, and PJ pants. My hands grip the side and pull my weight into the open pocket with the ease of determination. I fall in, land on something soft, and close my eyes.

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