Post by Andrew Wylen on Jun 7, 2014 7:48:26 GMT -6
Andrew stared up towards his dorm ceiling, eyes clenched in concentration and feet just touching the end of his bed. Transform- come on, just once! He pleaded to nothing in particular, but all still remained the same, no wall, no sense of his mind exploding, no muscle tearing, bone twisting, excruciating pain or any such horrors, rather just a complete and utter nothingness that he had come to half expected.
Well, Guy is going to kill me, Andrew decided in defeat, running one hand through his hair and wondering if he would ever be able to control this “power”. The boy had been hopeful, if a bit terrified after his first transformation, but now a few days later, not once had he managed to succeed again as the teacher had instructed. It was a bit depressing in all truth and had it not been for the vivid memories of a pink chew toy and the snap of humiliating pictures, Andrew might almost have believed that he couldn’t transform at all.
What time is it? He wondered rolling to the very edge of the bed and looking towards the electric alarm clock sitting there. 2:00 on a Saturday, everyone else is out and I’m in here trying to turn into a Labrador, he thought with a helpless grin, yeah got to love my social life. balancing delicately on the edge of his mattress he glanced around the messy room, clothes lay thrown about, textbooks scattered open across the floor with half-done papers piled near them, at the end of his bed was an open knapsack and a stack of novels, leaving the walls a bare tan color to bring out the fact that he hadn’t cleaned since arriving.
Knock knock!
Andrew fell off the bed in surprise, hitting the floor with a groan as he landed on one of the bruises working their way down his shoulders. “C- Coming!” he shouted bounding up again, lunging out of his room, and finally reaching the door that he pulled open.
Well, Guy is going to kill me, Andrew decided in defeat, running one hand through his hair and wondering if he would ever be able to control this “power”. The boy had been hopeful, if a bit terrified after his first transformation, but now a few days later, not once had he managed to succeed again as the teacher had instructed. It was a bit depressing in all truth and had it not been for the vivid memories of a pink chew toy and the snap of humiliating pictures, Andrew might almost have believed that he couldn’t transform at all.
What time is it? He wondered rolling to the very edge of the bed and looking towards the electric alarm clock sitting there. 2:00 on a Saturday, everyone else is out and I’m in here trying to turn into a Labrador, he thought with a helpless grin, yeah got to love my social life. balancing delicately on the edge of his mattress he glanced around the messy room, clothes lay thrown about, textbooks scattered open across the floor with half-done papers piled near them, at the end of his bed was an open knapsack and a stack of novels, leaving the walls a bare tan color to bring out the fact that he hadn’t cleaned since arriving.
Knock knock!
Andrew fell off the bed in surprise, hitting the floor with a groan as he landed on one of the bruises working their way down his shoulders. “C- Coming!” he shouted bounding up again, lunging out of his room, and finally reaching the door that he pulled open.