I opened my eyes to complete darkness, and the sound of banging. I groaned sitting up, but the bedsheets didn’t come off my face.
“Wake up Lucas, you’re late for homeroom” someone said. I recognised the voice of the security guard, Abel. Why was he- wait, late for homeroom?! I jumped up frantically trying to pull at the bedsheets but they only seemed to stick to my skin.
“G-give me a second” I shouted. I clawed at my bedsheets, struggling uselessly to pull them off me. What the hell? Why was this so difficult. I carried on straining until there was a loud tearing sound and light exploded across my vision almost blinding. Ow. It my eyes a few seconds to adjust, but when they did I realised the room was a complete mess. There was strands of what looked like silk all across my bed, connecting to the wall and feathers were everywhere with an empty pillow sack and parts of the bedsheet stuck to my arms.
What the hell was happening?! I tried to pull myself off the bed, but everything I touched seemed to stick to me like glue. Abel banged on the door again.
"Hello?! Did you fall asleep again?!" he shouted.
"N-no, I'm just not decent" I said. Eventually I managed to rip myself off the bed, pieces of the bedsheet still stuck to my body. I breathed heavily, trying to make sense of the situation. Had someone pulled a prank on me? Rachael maybe? Either way this was seriously too far. Wait, that didn't make any sense. I’d locked the door and fallen asleep alone.
“Hey kid, you decent yet?” Abel said.
"Y-yeah" I replied. I looked around the room at the mess. Oh shit. If the faculty saw the room like this, after yesterday I was getting expelled. I absolutely did not want to get expelled. Big Sis would crucify me. I tried to peel at the pieces of bedsheet stuck to me before giving up, and deciding to crack the door open so the rest of the room wasn't visible. I peered through the gap. The security guard stood outside arms folded across his chest.
“Everything okay in there kid?” he asked.
“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine man. I just... my phone died so I missed my alarm” I replied.
“Right, right. Get ready quick. You’ve already five minutes late for homeroom” he said calmer now.
“Ok. Thanks for waking me man” I said. He just waved a dismissive hand back, and started walking away. I closed the door and turned to look at the rest of the room. Didn't they have a cleaning crew? Shit. I needed to clean this up before I left.
As I tried to step away I realised one of my hands was stuck to the door. Oh come on. I struggled to pull it off, the door buckling as my hand stayed glued to it. It shook back and forth violently, my hand still stuck. I pulled harder, putting my foot up against the wall to gain leverage. Why the hell was this happening?! I finally managed to pull it free, but instead of falling to the ground I stayed upright. My foot had gotten stuck against the wall. I let out a sigh. What the hell was even happening?
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I rushed through the halls as I zipped up my bag for homeroom. I’d managed to finally unstick myself from the wall and had showered quickly. My tie wasn’t done, and underneath my uniform, pieces of my clothes from yesterday and bedsheet were still stuck to me like glue.
But I was on the way to class. Not that class seemed all that important right now, but I’d already caused enough trouble yesterday, and missing homeroom on my second day would only make things worse. I came to a stop outside my classroom and threw the door open. To hard. The door slammed with a loud bang. Everyone’s head whipped in my direction, and I froze.
“How nice of you to join us Mr Escarra. You are however fifteen minutes late” Ms Jane said.
“I’m sorry” I replied. She sighed with a clear disappointment that felt like a knife through my chest.
“Just sit down” she said. I nodded, my shoulders slumping. I stepped into the classroom to sit down and felt my hand resist me. Oh crap. My hand was stuck to the door. I fumbled trying to pull it off, and the door rattled loudly. Everyone was staring. Crap, crap, crap. I ripped it off and stumbled backwards, crashing into one of the benches. I laughed nervously into an awkward silence, then cleared my throat. Slowly, making sure not to touch anything, I made my way to my seat. Everyone resumed their conversations, but I could feel their eyes on me.
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It felt a bit too loud, like my senses had been turned to the max. I wanted to cover my ears but was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take my hands off afterwards. I put my hands under the table pressing my wrists against my knees. A sudden pressure shot through my hands, and I felt something move. I glanced under the table to see small strands of white silk like substance connect from my wrist to my trousers. I pulled my wrists away, and the silk like substance detached from my wrists but stayed stuck to my knees. What the fuck was that?! I stared at my wrists, before trying to wipe away at the silk strands on my trousers. My finger got stuck and I stopped moving my hand not trying to tear my pants. I groaned, unable to unstick my finger and put my head to my desk.
“God he’s so weird isn’t he”
“Yeah, tell me about it”
My over sensitive ears were picking up on everything, even the whispers from people on the other side of the classroom. Great to know people already thought I was a weirdo before the second day had started. I tried to ignore their conversation, but people were really mean when they thought you couldn’t hear them. I felt the silk detach from my fingers, and covered my ears with my hands to drown out the sound. It didn’t help all that much.
“Just get through today” I whispered to myself, “just get through today”
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It was break time and I sat in the nurses office. She’d checked my fever and a few other things and had told me I was fine. She couldn’t give an apt diagnosis on stickiness which wasn’t surprising. She’d let me stay because I’d told her I felt sick, but really I felt fine. I was just seriously confused. Had it been something I ate? No, if eating something could make your skin this sticky I doubt they’d put it anywhere near food. I sighed, staring at the ceiling. What to do? I could definitely unstick myself from things, but I couldn’t just live like this. Hopefully it would wear off later. I just had to pray.
I heard the sound of footsteps and voices before the curtain got drawn back, and Quinten stood over me with Rachael and Jaden by his side. It was clear he’d forced them to come.
“Are you okay Lucas?” he asked concerned.
“I’m sticky” I said solemnly, still staring at the ceiling.
“Let’s just go. He’s clearly just doing this for attention” Rachael said.
“Nah, I’m actually just sticky” I said.
“What are you talking about?! We thought you were ill?” Quinten said exasperated.
“Just watch” I said sitting up. I pressed the back of my hand onto a box of tissues by my bedside, and felt it stick. I held my hand up, and shook my hand slightly. The box stayed stuck to it.
“See” I said, a feeling of numbness to the absurdity of the situation washing over me. Suddenly it dropped to the floor. Huh?
“Stop messing around man. I thought you were actually sick!” Quinten said the anger seeping into his voice. He spun on his heel and left followed by the other two. Rachael shot me a glare as they left. Wait, why was it suddenly not working? I pressed my hand to the wall and it stuck. I tried to pull it away but nothing happened. Was it because I was relaxed? I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. My hand slipped off the wall. Oh. Oh great. I closed my eyes again and relaxed my entire body. All the pieces of fabric under my uniform just slipped off.
“It was seriously that easy?” I said, looking at my hands. Hmmm… interesting. I could test that out at the end of the day, but right now I was feeling hungry.
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I finished my last bit of homework and closed my maths textbook. I yawned stretching out as I stood up. If I was going to set a bad first impression I was at least going to make sure I got good grades. Considering nobody wanted to hang out with me, that was easier than expected. I literally had nothing else to do. I frowned, looking down at my hands. Well, there was something I could do. I’d been thinking about this all day. What if the stickiness was strong enough to keep my entire body weight glued to the wall?
If this failed, I was going to look like an idiot. I walked over to the wall and pressed my hands against it. I felt them stick, and breathed deeply, before jumping up and putting my feet against the wall. I stayed still stuck to the wall. Oh. Oh shit. I relaxed my left hand and pulled it away from the wall, and then I pulled my right hand away. I straightened out.
“Holy shit” I said. I was standing on the wall like it was the floor. Could I walk around? I focused, nearly falling but quickly gained the hang of it. I walked onto the ceiling and stood there like everything was normal. This was insane! Wasn’t this basically a super power?! What else could I do? Oh yeah that white string stuff! I looked down at my wrists and slapped them together. Nothing. How had it worked in class again? Oh right. I pressed down hard on my left wrist A quick stream of the white silk like substance shot from my hand and stuck to the wall. I grabbed it, detaching it from my wrist. I pulled at it. It was pretty strong. Wait what if I... I threw my right hand forward, tightening the muscles around my wrist and a burst of the silk shot forwards and stuck to the wall in a webbed pattern. I laughed loudly. What the hell?! This was fucking amazing!
My sudden lack of concentration made my feet slip, and I fell from the ceiling towards the ground. Instinctively I threw my hands out hoping to break my fall. Instead I caught myself in a handstand and expertly flipped landing on my feet. I blinked a couple times, then looked at myself. I jumped up with an inhuman agility, and landed on the ceiling almost soundlessly holding myself there with my arms and legs.
“Ok this is fucking amazing” I said. I jumped from the ceiling to the wall, but messed up the landing and slammed into it, before flopping onto my bed. Ow. I jumped up again and landed on the wall. I burst out laughing as I ran around the room, jumping from wall to wall. Suddenly a loud knock came from my door.
Uh oh. I hopped up and cracked the door open so they wouldn’t see the mess inside. A short guy in a large green jumper and jeans stared at me with an annoyed expression on his face.
“Can you keep the noise down? I’m trying to do homework” he said.
“Uh… yeah. Sorry” I said, laughing nervously. He nodded and went back to his room. I closed the door and leant my head back resting it against the frame.
I looked around the room at the strands of silk. I leapt up to the ceiling soundlessly again and let out a small chuckle. One thought went through my mind. How the hell did I make money off of this?