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The camera lens is drawn to the picture of a little cartoon like figure sitting underneath a tree branch. The picture is drawn onto felt. We hear a voice saying "little Tim, do you want to learn how to stop and reverse the environmental damage of the sun?". 'Little Tim' - the cartoon like figure comes too life and nods his head. "watch, as I teach him…" "Little Tim must reverse (flip over) all that is on this page" And so our hero Little Tim walks about the felt page, flipping over the tree branch, the leaves, the sun, the "dirt". There are a lot of leaves however, and he starts to lose track of what has been flipped and what hasn't. You can tell by feeling the leaves. The 'normal' side is all dry and crackly after the sun has sucked all the moisture out. The "flipped" side is smooth like a baby's bottom…. Anyway. CUTCUTCUT! (Next scene) popartpistol(Jess) is in my class. Someone is looking for her - someone bad. So she and her boyfriend get into the cupboard to hide. Jess sticks her eye through the keyhole/crack in the door to peek at the outside people. The cupboard is dark, and the darkness envelopes them. So much so, that her eyeballs have been enveloped in a dark sticky gooey tar.. They stay in the cupboard for ages - a few years. Jess looks at her bf whose hands are around his head - He has gone crazy from the cupboards' confines. Jess is still sane though. Well. Slightly deranged maybe but relatively normal. She still looks at people through the cupboard door though. Sometimes students go into the cupboard to look for cardboard and paper. When that happens, Jess presses herself against the wall to melt in with the shadows. This isn't too hard because her hair is black and gooey and so are her eyeballs (*actually. Her eyeballs have a swirly red colour - like the one in her user pictures). Her bf, at this point has TOTALLY melted into the shadows though if you stare, you can see him cringing - hands around head - as if to protect himself from the darkness. Anyway. The students don't like going into the cupboard - they reckon it's haunted. One day. I open the cupboard.. Something happens and light floods it. Jess 'wakes up' and jumps out into the open. "shhh!!!!" she says to me. She is normal now, though quite dirty - she hasn't had a shower for several years and there's still a bit of slime on her, now it's a semi transparent sandy muddy beige instead of a tar black. The teacher (narelle - a tafe teacher) is calling out the roll. She looks at Jess and goes to tick her name off, but she's been removed from the roll. "hmm. Jess jess jess. JESS! Student Number 60". Narelle writes onto the end of the roll book. She then turns her back to us and takes out some feather dusters. I hear that she is planning to hit Jess for running away for all that time. (it turns out Narelle is the person Jess was hiding from all those years ago). I know about her sinister plans so I run up to her, grab a feather dusters and shout threats and curses whilst dancing about and brandishing my so called weapon. We have a "sword fight" in which I am victorious. The Grande high witch/teacher (a role played by Helen Oo - Head teacher of fashion at my tafe) comes in and takes Narelle's dusters. She speaks to us in a nice sweet manner to calm us down, but I hold onto my feather duster anyway - this could be a trap. I warn her that I am prepared and she simply says "ok". At this point, Jess becomes excited. Bounding past me, she yells at the top pf her lungs "A SHOWER! I'M GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER! AND REAL SOAP? ARGH! I HAVEN'T USED REAL SOAP IN YEARS!" She runs into one of the pink shower cubicles. Pulls the curtains. Shuts the door and proceeds to.. Shower. I too need a wash, but there aren't any spare, so I yell at her to hurry up. Later, I find an empty cubicle to shower in so it's ok. I finish my shower and walk outside to chat to my friends. They look at me and ask if I've had a boob job. Confused, I stare at my breasts. The look slightly square-r than they used to. I 'm scared now. What the hell did I do? "ummmm… I don't know.. Did I?...DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAD ONE?" Someone says"yes". And "they look like poo-s" .. you know how the typical doggy poo is sort of round and topped up. Like a sundae? Well. My boob job sucked so much, that the fake and real boobs squashed into each other, causing little "folds" in my skin so it looked like to poos on my chest. I went to the mirror to look at them properly, and was approached by a wide eyed gawping man. I gave him a death stare and told him to leave. He does, and my friend says "he just wants what's best for him and his children" I tell her that's disgusting and perverted. Eeeeew. Post a comment in response: |
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