The first place to go was obviously back to my house. But how to get there? It was a good 15 miles away, down the highway. I don't have my keys. And even if I did, I couldn't risk getting caught driving as a MIDDLE SCHOOL kid!
Ugh! That's another thing now too. I'm in a body that's a good 2-3 years too young to drive! Middle school, huh? The kid....me...I...look to be about 13 or 14. Maybe he's in 8th grade? Maybe I'M in....*gulp*.....8th grade!? Even more degrading, if I'm only in 7th! Halfway though middle school!
Wait! What? What was I doing again? Oh! Right! I need to find....me! Well, she....he....called Vin to pick me....him....up. ugh, what do I call that person? Was it still that boy? "He" acted entirely naturally in my body. Beratted me the exact same way I would have. Automatically pulled out my phone from my bag and immediately called Vin. Just like a seasoned pro as me. Was he a stalker, and found a way to take over my life after studying me? What a sneaky little brat! A sneaky little brat that's now me!
"Dammit!" I said aloud in my new teenage boy's voice. Which actually cracked a little! Something else I thought was funny, embarrassing, and wierd when I was a kid and heard a boy's voice crack just like that! Just great. Yet another reminder of what I am....
Anyways, "dammit!," I said trying to get through these random, meandering thoughts. "I've got to get home. To MY home. I mean, me and Vin's home. Whatever. But how to even get there?" I thought.
The bus? Pulling that ugly raggedy blue Velcro thing called a "wallet" out of the back pocket again, I counted what little cash this kid was carrying. 6 bucks. 6 $1 bills. No credit or debit card. Jesus, this kid was broke! Rolling my eyes, I figured that had to be enough for bus fare.
Bus fare....ugh! Stuck riding the god damn city bus. Public transportation. Jesus Christ, I really am in the body of a dumb young kid.
Well, I gotta catch the bus. What time was it anyways? I felt around the jeans pickets, and felt a lump. A cell phone! Thank God! All kids carry cell phones these days. I flipped it over to look at the screen after pulling it out. It was small and had spider-web cracking all over the screen. Ugh. I'm in possession of a dumb kid's cell phone that has no responsibility in taking care of his stuff. I flick the screen with my thicker thumb, and the time glowed green. Flicked it again to get to the screen to enter the pin number.
Hhhmmm....pin number.....I did see a small gross-looking small little piece of paper in that wallet. I was even careful to avoid touching it as I was counting the small amount of cash I apparently had on hand.
I pulled the wallet back out, and cringed as I had to touch that wadded up piece of trash in the wallet. I opened it, and saw a phone number with the name of a girl. Rose. Rose, huh? Is that this kid's girlfriend? Or someone he has a crush on? No pin number, though. That sucks. I guess this kid isn't THAT dumb. Unless, of course, he was using "Rose's" last four digits as his pin. I entered it in, and it went straight to the desktop screen. Well. That was easy! This kid really IS that dumb! The kid I apparently now am...
I felt a disturbing stirring in my pants again. I automatically reached down to scratch and adjust myself. I felt it! For the first time, I felt the lump inside these jeans. And it came alive!
I forced my hand away. Looking down while biting my lower lip with both hands at my sides, a little drool escaped from my mouth! Ah, gross! I got "hard," and started drooling! Wtf?
Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I had to regather my thoughts. Again! Why were they so randomly thinking off-topic and going from subject to subject? I gotta job to do, and it needs done!
"Right!" I said out loud. Forcing thoughts of the job at hand back into my brain, I put the wallet with the few bucks and that piece of paper back into its rightful place in my back pocket. I looked up, and walked back to the tree line where the woods meets the mall parking lot. Standing behind a tree and looking around, I see the parking lot is half full of cars and a cop car way at the other end.
"Great! Did those mall cop faggots call the real cops?"
"Wait! 'faggots'? I never use that word! Am I becoming that boy, then? Am I going to slowly forget my old life as I pick up this kid's filthy habits? Will I be consiously living this kid's life, not knowing anything about who i used to be? Which means I'll be stuck as this person, completely and totally, and have whatever fates are bestowed upon this person? The likelihood of being as successful as I was, was quite narrow.
Dammit! I'm doing AGAIN! Getting totally off-subject with random ass thoughts! Christ! I need to locate where the bus picks people up at the mall, and not be seen by any cops; mall or real. That cop car is way at the other end of the lot. Perhaps I won't be seen, if I make my way to one of the entrances.
And so, I step back out into the parking lot of the mall.