Oct 15th 2017, 23:47:33
You ever arrive at the bus stop, having forgotten to put on your shorts? Completely careless on a warm summer day, it isn't until a cool summer breeze blows up your boxers that you realise something is wrong, but you aren't sure what it is. Your classmates at the bus stop don't tell you anything, you wonder why they're snickering.
The bus lady, Doris Dorenperopov, glares at you with her usual menacing unibrow but you think nothing of it and sit down in the front row. The bus drops you off at school and all the girls stare at you, horrified. You think to yourself, you shouldn't have let your mother cut your hair. You still have nightmares yourself of her putting that bowl on your head and taking a pair of kitchen scissors to your dignity.
You arrive at class and sit down just before the teacher comes in the room, and get frustrated because there is a strange atmosphere in the room. Eyes dart everywhere, some at you, some with knowing glances and giggles at eachother. The kid behind you, Boris Fedorovich, who usually bullies you is noticably quiet today. You expected him to rip on your haircut and turn around to ask him if he's feeling alright. He tells you there is nothing he can do to you anymore.
You somehow feel invincible, maybe life is looking up. Maybe you've conquered the world. Defeated all your enemies. Won the war. Life is good.
Your entire day goes like that and the longer it goes on the better you feel. It isn't until you finally get home, victorious, that you walk in the bathroom and look in the mirror to see the new you, deciding this will be the day everything changes. That is the moment you finally notice you're wearing polka dotted boxers with a hole in them.
Edited By: sinistril on Oct 15th 2017, 23:50:43
If you give a man some fire, he'll be warm for awhile. If you set a man on fire, he'll be warm for the rest of his life.