Post by Mika Asahina on Feb 17, 2013 4:48:19 GMT -5
Coming of Age
Mika sat there in her room, hugging her favorite plushie. She was upset. It was her 13th birthday and her parents wouldn't take her anywhere! In fact, it seemed they forgot about it altogether. She wasn't usually one to show her feelings. If she was upset, she'd keep it to herself, or at least keep it from them, but nevertheless, this was something that bothered her. It wasn't as though she had other friends to spend time with, the only friend she had was currently cradled in her arms. She paced the room for a bit, a small frown on her face as she pondered how to spend the rest of her day. Normally she had cake and her parent's company and perhaps even watching a movie with them. Why, of all days, were they so busy? It wouldn't have been that they were shunning her like her classmates did, could it? Her classmates always preferred to pretend she wasn't there, unless they needed a target for their teasing and bullying.
"It isn't fair," she said to herself, trying her hardest not to allow a tear to escape her eyes. "It just...isn't fair!"
Without warning, her body began to do something strange. To anyone else, she seemed to be glowing a light blue colors, but to her, it was only the sunlight's reflection, until her lamp from the bedside table began to levitate.
She hardly noticed it with her pacing, still holding onto the stuffed chicken toy in her arms. "I only have a birthday once a year," she told her friend. "Is it too much to ask to want to spend time with them? Dad is always working late hours and mom is always 'busy' she says, can't we at least have dinner together tonight, the three of us?" Without her noticing, the objects left on her cluttered study desk, an assortment or papers and pencils and a few pictures, had also began to levitate...and move around. Her gaze, though, remained on the ground.
"What if he forgot and he isn't home before bedtime? How could he forget something like that? He promised we could spend time together, didn't he?"
The more upset she became, the more objects began to float until everything in her room that wasn't furniture was floating around. When she turned her gaze to look out the window, she saw her lamp, then looked up to see the objects from her desk floating up neat the ceiling. Eyes wide, mouth agape, glasses slightly askew, she began to panic.
"How..what...How is that happening!" She tried grabbing for the objects, but her stature wouldn't allow her to reach them. She rushed towards the lamp and tried placing it back down on the table, but it just kept popping back up, much like the way an inflatable device in water would do. "Stop it!" she called. "Whoever's doing this, cut it out!"
She wasn't sure what she was thinking, but what if someone was playing tricks on her? A birthday prank from one of the classmates! That had to be it, no matter how unlikely it seemed. When she began pacing the room again, frantically looking for some sort of stool in order to search the things near the ceiling, the objects began to follow her. The lamp unplugged itself from the wall and began to chase her around the room, though only because she was running from it. The pencils that had been sitting in the cup on her desk began to swoop down on her attempting to prick her with their sharpened points. She swatted at them, yelling for them to stop and to leave her alone, but it wouldn't work.
"Mom!" she yelled, making her way towards the door. Surely her mother could stop this, right? The moment she opened the door, the objects fell to the ground and she stopped glowing. She darted down the stairs, taking them two at a time and flew into the living room where her mother sat on the couch with her knitting.
"Mom, make it stop they're chasing me!" she yelled, flinging her arms around her mother and squeezing tightly.
Her mother, shocked at this reaction, first looked around, then returned her gaze to her daughter when she didn't sense that anything was wrong.
"Mika, is everything alright? You're trembling, did something happen?"
Appalled that her mother didn't see the objects that were trying to maim her, she looked around, lifting her head from its buried position in her mother's chest. There was nothing. No lamp, no pencils trying to stab her, no pencil cups trying to throw themselves at her, nothing, no trace. She stood quickly looking around with wide eyes again. She was sure that she'd seen something, there was definitely objects in her room trying to attack her. Now to explain this to mom without seeming crazy, since the proof hadn't followed her.
"I was in my room and...and my lamp, it started to float all on its own! It was chasing me around the room a-and I couldn't make it stop! Then the pencils. THE PENCILS! They were trying to-to kill me or something! Someone...someone must h-have been trying to prank me o-or..." She looked at her mother, surveying her expression. She wasn't sure exactly what expression she wanted to see, but it wasn't the one she was currently gazing at. Her mother looked completely awestruck, like she couldn't believe her ears, but not in a good way.
A small chuckle escaped the woman's lips. "Your lamp was chasing you...on its own? Are...are you sure, dear?" she asked. What else could she asked? She'd never heard her daughter make up such a far-fetched story as this one, so how else was she to really respond? Nodding fervently, Mika's gaze shifted between her mother and the hallway, wondering if any moment she'd see the objects chasing her. That was the best way she knew how to explain what had just happen! She wasn't crazy though, she definitely wasn't crazy.