Laura Goes Down

Without a doubt, Laura had inherited her mom’s fiery spirit. Her Brazilian half dominated her demeanor, and while lively and passionate, she was also very abrasive and hard-headed. The Brazilian half also dominated her looks- piercing brown eyes, long wavy hair, tanned skin, and an impossible hourglass figure. 18-year-old perfection. In short, she was gorgeous, and she was rough on people… her family, her friends, her teachers. Perhaps it was time that fate played a hand.

She assumed it was spam when she picked up the call. She had no idea who it was, but the last thing she remembered before she woke up was some unintelligible (yet insistent) words spoken by a deep male voice. She looked around, startled, then caught sight of the clock, jumped into her school uniform, and rushed out the door.

To her surprise, she caught the bus, but barely. She saw the driver’s furrowed brow and heard him impatiently bark “hurry up!” The words echoed in her mind as especially weighty and almost thunderous. She thought she felt her body lurch forward, and for half a second, wondered if her brain had even had time to respond to the driver’s demand before her body did.

The driver eyed her as she passed, but she said nothing to him. She strode down the aisle before the driver impatiently called out “sit down.” In one motion, her body clumsily spun 180 degrees, her knees bent, and her ass landed right in the lap of her shy, scrawny, Indonesian classmate Mark. Both his eyes and hers were the widest they’d ever been, before she curtly slid off his lap and next to him. All she could muster was an icy “dude…” and she stared daggers at Mark, as if the encounter was his fault. Mark, silent as usual, smiled almost undetectably in response to the girl’s perky rear end being dragged across his crotch.

This was… something was going on. Laura’s body had moved without her… consent? Was that possible? Anyhow. Awkward ride.

Homeroom and first period Pre-Calc were mostly uneventful. Laura worked silently, except for a few snide and sarcastic words to herself about her teacher. But when the time for answering questions came, she outshone every other student, as per usual. Her brother’s friend Allen, sitting directly behind her, hissed, “get one wrong for once, jeez…” When Mr. Martino asked the class the answer to the next equation, Laura’s hand shot up. Nobody was surprised. They were surprised, however, when her response was corrected by Mr. Martino.

The day passed in like fashion. Things were becoming clearer to Laura- it was as if her body’s knee-jerk reaction was to respond to the instructions of those around her, whether she wanted to or not.

The day passed in like fashion. Things were confusing to Laura- she felt to be in her right mind, she interacted with her peers as usual, never quite able to resist the temptation to embarrass or mock them. But it seemed her body was one step ahead of her, acting before her mind could catch up. “Just need some sleep,” she thought as she got on the bus to head home.