After setting up the printer, Mark heard wheels rustle the gravel leading to their driveway. He peered outside the window and saw the back of his father's truck disappear into their garage. He looked at the clock and noticed time had passed since he returned from buying the printer. It's five in the afternoon, and that must mean his dad fetched his little brother from his Saturday soccer practice.
Mark returned to the printer and made a few 1-hour stickers. They're long enough for a decent experience in another person's body, in case the stickers do actually work. He couldn't deny that he still had some doubts about the printer's capabilities. A large part of him says the clerk at the store easily scammed 150 bucks out of him with all that magical crap talk. But there's something in the clerk's voice that gives this eerie sense that the printer does work.
Mark was startled out of his deep thoughts when he heard his little brother climb up the stairs.
"Don't you dare bring your dirty shoes upstairs, young man!" Mark heard her mother scream downstairs.
"Already did, mom. Sorry… I just want to plop on my bed."
"Not until you take a bath! You're a growing boy, and you're getting smellier like your brothers."
Kevin grumbled under his breath before disappearing into his room. Just as he closed the door, the printer pinged that it was done. Surprisingly, the stickers were already magically cut out from the paper. All Mark needed to do was push it out of the paper. As a further surprise, the A4 office paper he fed to the tray magically transformed into sticker paper. He could feel the thickened layers from the sticker he popped out. With his uncut fingernails, he managed to split the paper from the adhesive and non-adhesive parts, but he stuck them again because he feared he might accidentally stick it to something or someone.
Without going downstairs, Mark knew his dad must already be in his easy chair drinking beer while watching his regular football program. For such a heavy drinker, he's managed to stay fit and looked sober most of the time. He said he had to drink a keg of beer before he had any notion of getting drunk. It runs in our blood, he said.
On the other hand, Mom is currently whipping up a weekend dinner table feast. It's Saturday and the whole family was here to eat. Not only that, Uncle Finn and Cousin Richie will be joining tonight, likely with a pack of his homemade ginger ale. They've been coming a lot lately and assumed it might be because of their plans to relocate nearby. They currently live in a cheap apartment, but things have been going well with Uncle Finn's gym business downtown. He wanted a sizable home where he and little Richie could live comfortably. And besides, Richie needed friends after having old neighbors for quite some time.
After popping out the rest of the stickers, Mark heard another set of feet climbing stairs. It must be his twin sisters Sterina and Marasi. They're two years younger than Mark, but they've never really had that sibling connection like he had with Kevin. They don't outright hate each other. It's just that they're related by blood, and that's it. This could be attributed to their gender differences or their involvement in different social circles at school. Sterina and Marasi are quite the social butterflies on their local campus. In a way, Mark was kind of proud of having cool sisters.
As for his last sibling, thinking about Kristoff must have summoned him because Mark heard his larger truck rolling into the driveway. Kristoff was a few years older than Mark and currently in his last college year. He could be described as an overachiever who actually accomplishes the things he was set to do. He wanted to be at the top of his class — done. When he said he wanted to be on the baseball team, a few months later, he was their best player. Once he got bored with being the best baseball player our little county had ever raised, he somehow threw it all away and chose to study business. Sure, he was successful, but come on.
After Kristoff finished his studies six months early, he would spend the next few months in their country, probably adding more achievements to his lengthy repertoire. Mark used to be proud of having a brother like that, but being proud of him one too many times can get tiring. He could come home with a Nobel Prize and Mark wouldn't be surprised.
Knowing his mom, Mark has about two to three more hours before she finishes cooking dinner. It's enough time to use his 1-hour possession stickers on someone. Who shall he possess?