I did promise some sort of explanation with that sandwich, yes? Well let me walk you through my normal routine of boring life and unfulfillment that most teenagers experience. Wake up, go to school, watch the higher class get special treatment all the while you are treated like gum on someone's worst pair of shoes. Oh look there is a really tall building just right across from my school, this window gives a beautiful view! Walk home, exercise is important these days. Play video games to escape from your reality of being an underdeveloped 0, also maybe to avoid homework just a tiny bit. Just a bit. Just a normal day see? And there it was.
A BLT! Just floating there, in my face. Looking quite delicious. Why was it floating there? Sure I was hungry, I could eat, no good kid would ever turn down free food even if it might be a tridemential trap. That said I had really really been wanting a BLT, but who would actually expect one to show up?
'Friend why are you here? Why do you float? Can I eat you?' He thought at it.
Of course the sandwich did not answer my unspoken thoughts, but in a world filled with oddities if one could not accept random things surely they would not last and thus adaptation. I reached for the mysterious floating sandwich, grabbing it with a small delicate looking hand, attached to a small delicate wrist, and arm, and shoulder.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Ignore what my previous self had said about adaptation. It was a moment of hysteria obviously....
That wasn't my hand! Those weren't my fingers! It probably wasn't my sandwich.... letting go of the sandwich in a fit of confusion and fear the small hands that weren't mine flew to my mouth to block the terrible and unfamiliar sound that had come from my own mouth. A sound that I didn't recognize.
The sandwich decided to keep floating but I refused to be a witness running to my bathroom and locking myself in. What was most important? That small hand and voice that was 100% NOT MINE! NO!
Trying to calm dow I thought, 'The most important thing right now is either I am being pranked by someone who can make you hallucinate ooooooooor I'm a late bloomer and my power is to make sandwiches? Floating ones? But then what's with this appearance?' He quite frankly just couldn't understand what exactly was happening.
The bathroom door shut, reluctant to turn around, I could only think 'shit, shit, shit....'
"Shit!"
Inhailing a deep breath I turn slowly locking eyes with the stranger in the mirror..... she wasn't even wearing my clothes. What. The. Actual. FUCK!
"What the fuuuuuk." That's about when my knees went weak and the tears began to leak from the bright slightly growing eyes piercing my very soul in the mirror.
"Knock, knock, knock."
With a sharp but hushed gasp of surprise my body turned towards the closed bathroom door, crawling forward I reached towards the latch twisting it, locking it as I pressed my ear to the wood.
"Sweetie!" She paused for only a moment "Remember your brother will be here at seven for dinner, okay? Making spaghetti." Another pause. "I hope your doing your homework. You are NOT using your brother as an excuse to stay up late playing games when you haven't even finished it, again." She spoke in what one would describe as a very chastising tone.
Why was she so angry? I hadn't done that, yet.... but of slightly more urgency, this one was having a mental break down on the bathroom floor.
What should I do?!? What should I say?!? I can't answer like this! Should I??? I mean this is my mother but... but...
'Deap breaths, Allen!'
Well if you know anything about his life you may understand, even if you couldn't well lets just say this was a terrifying moment for our little friend.
Holding his voice in he kept one ear to the door and tried to breath. Choosing not to answer time stretched on and soon light padded footsteps sounded becoming further and further away.
Releasing a long shaky breath he stood up. Seeing the new person that wasn't him he was terrified but also fascinated. Was this really a hallucination? He didn't think so but as he reached up to touch his pretty and smooth looking face a loud "SMACK" echoed through the tinny space.
"Alright, well I'm not asleep." The voice was only describable as pretty and cute, as was the appearance in the mirror.
What could be seen was a young girl around his age with long wavy dusty pink hair down to the hips, flawless white skin that gave off a faint glow, bright blue pericing eyes. She was small, a full head shorter then myself and too skinny. She was beautiful, but seemed unreal with the whole glowing thing, wearing only a white dress without shoes.
"Is this me..." a low whisper broke the suppressing quite of the room.