In a matter of seconds, you are both out at the front of the house, you in the lead. You of course don’t know where you are going. You’re just going wherever Christy tells you to, as she is the one with the remote in her hands.
You stand in the driveway, and there is something new that you hadn’t seen before. As a matter of fact, it shouldn’t even exist.
“Is that a red hover car?” you question.
“Yes,” says Christy. “Yes it is.”
It’s shiny, sleek and brand spanking new with round corners and everything. There was no roof top and it appeared to be a two-seater. Upon closer inspection, you see it comes with an input radio and what appears to be an on and off switch for driving it. On top of it all, it just looks gorgeous. You begin to wonder how your sister was able to get all of this.
“See, I told you I took care of them,” said Christy.
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“Well, this is Mom.”
You’re left jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe what she said, and under other circumstances probably would not have believed her. But hey, you’re below half your size now and a blue fluff ball, so it’s not like it isn’t possible. And this is what scares you. Your sister turned your Mom into a flying machine; an inanimate object.
“Well, get in.”
You were spaced out for a moment. You hadn’t noticed your sister go around the other side to the driver’s seat. She was ready and set, already turning on the hover car. And now she looks at you expectantly. There is no visible door to open, so you’re left stumped on how to work it.
“You’re supposed to jump in, silly,” she says.
You let a scared laugh escape and jump right into the passenger side. You begin to look for a seat belt and find none. “Safety?” you ask.
“We don’t need that,” replies Christy. “I have the remote. Now let’s hit the road!”
She hits the pedal hard. Instead of going straight though, the hover car lifts up into the sky at rocket speed. The house is getting small, and you’re trying to hold on to anything for dear life. Your sister on the other hand is having a blast.
She sky-rockets the car forward and you almost feel yourself fly off of the vehicle as you try to remain within it. You shut your eyes and tell yourself that this is not happening, and that it is all just a bad dream. You will wake up in your room soon and everything will be better.
But then Christy had to pull off a few cork screws and reinstate your fear of heights. The speed is so fast that you can’t even hear yourself scream. You can barely hear Christy shout in enjoyment, and that’s saying something when you realize you have better hearing now.
“Can you get a little lower!?” you shout over the hard brushing wind.
“Higher?!” Christy shouts back. “Okay, hold on!”
“NO!” you shout, but it was too late.
The hover car flies overhead and hits the clouds in the sky. You go past the clouds, above them, and you can see the moon clearly as you do. It’s too big and close for comfort. Your heart is racing so hard, you don’t think you can contain it. In the distance, you think you see a plane flying.
Finally Christy slows down in the air to a leisurely fly speed. Your heart is still beating fast, and you know that as long as you’re not on the ground, it will remain that way.
“You are such a chicken,” said Christy. “Where’s the fun?”
“Christy; I was born with a fear of heights! I’m scared of being this high!”
“But come on, you’re like a superhero now. Don’t you know what Stitch can do?”
“No; please stop referring to me as that fictional character and drive us back down!” You fear that if you do not reach the bottom soon, you will pee and cry uncontrollably.
“You wanna go back down?”
“Yes!”
“Alright, but you asked for it.”
With one simple turn in gear of the hover car, it was flipped upside down, catching you off guard. You fall out of your seat and plummet in a downward spiral.
You try to reach for something, but you can’t. You let your bladder go and scream, crashing through clouds, and you see very hard concrete not so far down. It’s coming too fast, and you wind slaps at you. You can literally count the seconds, but you don’t want to.
And then you hit, upon impact creating a crater taking up one lane of the street.
Surprisingly, the fall only stung you a little. It was like a thousand splinters hitting the side of your body really quickly, giving a very hard pinch, and then retreating. The pain from the impact was gone in only a few seconds.
Slowly, you climbed out of your crater. You barely have control of yourself and are extremely dizzy. Only a few feet away from the crater, you fall back to the ground and don’t want to get up. You see stars.
Then Christy comes down riding in her nice looking hover car, laughing all the way. “See,” she said. “I told you; you’re almost like a superhero! Nothing can hurt you because of what I’ve done to you.” She kisses the remote. “This saved your life.”
“Believe me,” you say, “after that, I’d rather be dead.” And then you throw up on the floor. You try to stand, but fall again, right on your vomit.
“Gross,” said Christy.
And then your urine finally lands, mostly on top of you.
“Ew!” shouted Christy
She aims the remote at you and you feel the urine and vomit disappear from you, as well as some strength to stand return.
“There,” she said. “Nice and clean, with the smell of apples. Now come on, We still haven’t started our pretend game yet!”
You groan. This is going to be a long night.