Blue Hooks: A Short Story

Ill-fitting blue jeans are the bane of my existence. From here on I will never squeeze myself into a pair of jeans for as long as I shall live. Undoubtedly my hips and legs are being compressed tighter than a vacuumed sealed ham. Not to mention, having to endure trudging up and down long flights of steps just to make it to class while wearing said pants. Life getting any worse than this moment came across as highly improbable.
By the time I manage to arrive at the dreaded stairway that will convey me to the lower level of the school it comes to my attention that, in such a lively building, I am the only student around. Another crummy sign was a sharp ring with an echo that carries itself throughout my ears. "Seriously? No way on this earth had that been ten minutes!" I hiss as I attempt to accelerate my pace down the mud tinted stone steps, regardless of my …show more content…
All I knew, unquestionably, was the drafty sensation brushing against my lower backside had not previously been present. Just to make sure I swept my right hand over the longitude center seam on my bottom, where the breeze originated. Sure enough, my fingertips grazed freshly frayed threads instead of a closed seam. I also notice that, as a result, my denim does not cling and is substantially looser. From my chest to my lower abdomen, anxiety erupts shooting unsettling tingling signals that dance underneath my skin throughout my entire being. My heart did not truly come to a standstill until a faint chuckle escapes the lips of, what I can guess, another person that sounds directly behind me. My false sense of security that I was the only person in the stairwell shattered imitating glass meeting the solid ground and expanding itself in tiny shards. "This is it. This is where I die of embarrassment. I can only imagine how everyone will remember me... SpongeBob girl," I internally