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I didn’t even know when it happened. One minute, I was in a quiet, little pawn shop, browsing for a used drum set. Surprisingly, there weren’t many around! (Note the sarcasm.) Then I saw…. Dun-dun-dun-dun!!! A stuffed moose! It was so cute and furry. I touched it, and it was soft. The moose was about a foot high, legs bent at what would be the waist if it were human, and cute little front legs.
When I was in awe with the stuffed animal, I felt a tug on my pant leg. I looked down and saw a little girl, cute little thing she was, too. Chocolaty brown hair, with beautifully bright brown eyes. She pointed at the moose with a frown, eyes large. I felt a tug of jealousy. I saw the moose first! For a minute there, I felt like making a grab for it, kicking the girl to the side, and running for it. But when I saw those huge, brown eyes, I caved in.
With a pained smile I watched the little girl leave the shop, a large smile on her face and the moose crammed between her arms and (lack of) chest. I began walking home, in the opposite direction, a little down feeling. I wanted the moose, damn it! And I felt guilty for feeling like that towards a little girl. I shouldn’t have felt like killing her the minute I found out she wanted the moose! But, what’s done is done, right?
As I stepped off the curb, I felt a pain in my ankle, and stumbled. My foot twisted painfully as it connected with the ground, and I went down with a strangled yell. I landed in the street, dazed and slightly confused. I felt sick from the fall, and the light of the sun was blinding my eyes. When I heard yelling, and the honk of a large vehicle, I knew I was done for, and all I could think about was the moose….
“What’s this, Dee? Why are you bothering me?”
“I have something for you!”
“A stuffed moose?”
“It’s for you!”
A sigh is heard. “Thank you.” The closing of a door.
“What the hell am I going to do with a moose?” He looked at the moose in his hands for a minute, before tossing it onto his bed. Returning to his desk for some late-night homework doing, he cursed.
“Killy, wake up! Time for school!” What’s that grumbling sound?
“Alright! I’m up….” Why did that sound so close to… me? And why is everything so dark?
A bright light was suddenly turned on as a blanket was tossed off of me. I took a glance at the ceiling and figured I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
“Fucking, stupid bitches…” Who’s that? The room was suddenly moving, and in my line of vision came a boy of about my age. He had chocolaty brown hair, bright brown eyes, and was shirtless… What!?
“A stuffed moose, pfft!”
School was no different. Killy effectively avoided all of his classmates, even though half of them were scared of him, and was able to do all of his class work without having any homework. He got the best time in running in gym that day, also. Possibly one of the best days he’d had in a long time. Just, when he went to his locker for lunch did anything bad happen.
Killy placed his books in the top shelf of his locker, pulling a book into his arms instead. When he’d closed his locker door, he’d discovered the girl behind. She was very pretty for a girl their age, with long blond hair and a shapely body in a small school uniform. The skirt was pulled too high and too many buttons of her shirt were undone. She obviously tried in her appearance, and succeeded in making herself look like a slut. Good job!
She let out a high giggle as Killy looked at her, the guy in question rolling his eyes and beginning to turn away. Before he could make it, however, he heard a squeal, and a sharp pain in his ribs as he was pushed into the locker doors.
“What’re you doing, looking at my girl like that?” Ah, the jocks. The Neanderthals of their time. The closest thing they could get in the shape of a circle is their footballs, and look at what they accomplished! Throwing it around while trying to run fast and catch it, all the while adding violence to the game! Geniuses.
“I wasn’t looking at her in any particular way, actually.” Killy glanced at the girl, who had a huge blush on her face but a small smirk also. “If anything, it was disinterest.” The girl gasped as the guy scowled.
“You callin’ my girl ugly?” He threatened, emphasizing with a fist to Killy’s jaw. Killy straightened himself, smirking now.
“If I was? What? You gonna hurt me?” He pouted. “Please don’t hurt me, big, scary man! I swear I’ll give you all of my lunch moneys from now on and wash your straps! Just don’t hurt me!”
The jock blinked, fist loosening. “Really?” He asked, stupidly diminishing any defense he had. Killy smirked again.
“No.” And his fist flew, cracking the guy squarely in the jaw. The guy fell to the ground, howling. The girl instantly fled in terror, screaming. Killy laughed, grabbing his never forgotten book and heading for the bench in the back of the school.
After another half-hour, Killy arrived home, and collapsed on his bed.
Yeah. I figured it all out. It clicked in my head when that guy - Killy, wasn’t it? What kind of name is that! - said “stuffed moose.” I’m that fucking moose! It must’ve been that little girl. I knew her eyes couldn’t be that shiny! Ohh… When I get my hands on that miniature bitch, I’m going to…!
The sound of the door opening disrupted my ranting, and the guy walked in. If I was in my normal body, I’m sure I would’ve blushed, or screamed, or killed him…
The guy crawled onto the bed. Now, from my point of view this looks very… sexual. A guy - to most chicks, hot - crawling towards you on a bed. But when he collapsed on top of me, it’s not that great. Especially when he began squeezing me. And, get this, the guy drools in his sleep! Drools! Ah ha! Oh… oh, gross! It’s on me!
