Chapter 7: Tuesday...So Much Fun
It was Tuesday. I was tired. I woke up the normal way. Or at least I thought I had until I hit the ceiling. On the bright side, I wasn't intangable. I clothed myself with only minimal panicking after having hit said ceiling. I carefully put sunglasses on, as I had noticed that the room was so bright, it was almost blinding. I slowly walked downstairs. I arrived at the table, safe. Jazz greeted me with an open mouth.
"Ummm...Why are you only wearing your underwear?" She asked, looking and feeling confused. I checked myself. I was sure I'd put on my clothes. And then I saw them at the top of the stairs. Sitting there. Laughing at me. At least that was how it felt. I turned a bright and completely unbecoming shade of red.
"Oops?" Was all I was capable of saying, just before fleeing up the stairs, and sticking my clothes back on. They promptly fell off again. Abso-fricken-lutly irritating. I wished there were such a thing as intangibility glue. I would give anything for that. I pulled the clothes on again. The process repeated itself one more time before they stayed on. I came back down and ate a (non-animated) muffin. Filled with relief that the clothes-randomly-turning-intangable incident was behind me, I arrived safely at school, clothes still on. Tucker and Sam still looked worried. I hid the pain that other people's emotions were causing, in combination with the loudness of the halls. I was slowly adjusting to that. I sat down in class after dodging Dash and the A-Listers, staring at Paulina, and wishing I had enough courage to ask her to go on a date with me. Finally, I sat down, focused on not doing anything wierd. Again, I couldn't focus. This time, I managed to conceal it unless asked a question, or was studied closely. I sympathized with three year olds, who couldn't focus on much at all for very long. I was killing whoever got the wise idea to enter a portal...or would have, except I was the one with that idea. I went to classes normally, got bullied normally, transformed several times, and ate lunch. Just after one of my bathroom breaks, I walked into class, only to be met with stares.
"What?" I should stop asking that.
"Mr. Fenton, what are you doing walking in here only wearing your boxers?" Mr. Lancer's face was red.
I inspected myself and found that he was right. I repeated the intellegant remark of earlier, "Ummm...I honestly have no idea." At least I added to the first part... On the bright side, at least my underwear stayed on.
Too late.
It promptly, as if to mock me, came off. Wonderful. At least it didn't simply turn invisible. I left quickly, leaving a flustered Lancer in my wake. Sometimes I hated my luck.
Of course, for the rest of the day, I was mocked as "No-underpants Fenton". Not overly creative, but painful just the same. I walked back from school alone, aware that I was being avoided. Slowly, I turned into the house, evading the look Jazz gave me. She radiated worry.
"Are you feeling well?" She asked.
"I feel nice. As nice as a rotten banana." Came my response. Cheerful.
She tried to stop me from walking away, but I walked past her. She grabbed me and told me we were going to the Icecream Palace down the street. She dragged me there. She finally got me there, and bought me a chocolate ice cream. Funny thing is, it didn't feel cold. That was wierd. Very wierd. I couldn't tell what was hot and what was cold. This was rather frustrating. I almost commented. However, I dismissed it, because I didn't want her to worry too much. I hoped she wouldn't notice.
She attempted to interrogate me, but failed. I ate my ice cream, and several times phased my shoes off. I was only glad worse didn't happen, considering everything that had happened lately. I finally returned home, and helped her fix supper. We were careful to use the stove; if we hadn't, the food would probably mutate. Especially if the food had to be heated. We ate, and I sat down to read a book. Jazz was clearly relieved to see me acting more like myself. I still went to bed slightly early.
Sorry for the slow updates; I am studying for an AP exam, so updates will be slow. Summer updates will be slow too, because I will have a summer job, and some classes. Please remember to make suggestions!
-Miaulin
