Thread: A Compromising Situation WHO: Brendan Visser and OPEN WHERE: School corridors WHEN: Shortly after lunch, August 16th
Only when you catch strep do you realize how many times per day you swallow. Only when you have an infection to your eye do you realize how many times you blink. Only when your phone is broken do you realize how much you actually look at it. And, Brendan knew this now, only when you were afflicted with the peculiar curse that turned you into an animal every time you sneezed, do you realize how often you sneeze.
It was after lunch. Brendan, like many students, went to his locker to switch the books for his morning classes for the ones for his afternoon classes. Perhaps he opened his locker too hurriedly. Perhaps his books had accumulated dust. Whatever the reason, a most of something itchy crawled up Brendan's nose. He stepped back, trying to stop it, but it was too late.
He sneezed.
Where had just stood a boy, now a pile of clothes lay. The pile wobbled and then, struggling, a frog in a golden hue hopped out of the sleeve of a green shirt. It ribbided.