Chairs are my mortal enemy. I always get stuck. Even if those chairs don’t have those vile sides to them, I still don’t fit. The worst offenders of the vile chairs would have to be those school desk chairs. Old, wooden. Evil sides. Connected to the desks. The absolute worst of the worst. One of those wooden devils was what I was stuck in today.
The class was rather quiet. There was the occasional squeak of a chair but that was it. Many students stared down at their poorly cared for books. I sat in the back of the class, away from anyone’s attention. In truth, none of them know me, and I know none of them. A mutual feeling of not knowing was all that connected us, besides being of the same class and age of course.
I’m not good with introductions. Or people, but I practice. For instance, my name is Ally. I have short brown hair. Green eyes, though no one seems to notice and small freckles on my face. I’m a no one really. People don’t tend to notice me too often. However, when people do pay attention to me...It’s for one reason and one reason only. I’m weird. The top half of me is really fit. I don’t have abs or anything...but I don’t have a belly to speak of. It’s below the gut that draws attention.
I’m not gonna beat around the bush. My rump...is kinda big. I’m a male by the way so uh, yeah. My thighs balloon out. They make any pants wanna scream. They kinda squish together leaving no space between. My bottom sticks out way too much for a man...even a woman. It’s beyond embarrassing. It makes chairs almost near impossible. Sometimes if they let me, I ask for two.
People never notice me until they see me from behind, then the teasing starts. I know I wanted attention...but I never thought it’d be for this reason. In reality I want people to notice me for literally any other less embarrassing reason. I like to draw and paint. I wish they’d notice that instead.
On top of all this nonsense. I’m also what some people have been calling “Part of the new generation.” Weird right? Basically I’m part of a group of people whom are gifted with magic. Crazy right? Due to me being born with magic, I was shipped off from home to live at this school until I finish high school. They basically teach normal classes plus some magic management. It’s not that bad. It’s not like I have any parents to miss since I’m an orphan. Honestly it’s much better at this school than at the orphanage.
Regardless, it’s my first day here and I haven’t met anyone in my class. Some students laughed at me from behind but that’s about it. I’m just gonna keep reading this history book and hope the bell rings.
“Hey.” Some girl whispered In my ear. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned to her. Through her glasses she was eyeing me up. I shifted a bit and studied the girl timidly back.
She had long, probably dyed blue hair. It was huge and fluffy, trailing down to her feet. I wonder if she stepped on it? She two had freckles and some dull almost grey eyes looking back. She wore her school outfit. A stretched black vest over a white undershirt and a blue skirt that in my opinion, way too short. She wore black stockings. Her physical body was out there, I can say I blushed. She had a big front….her chest probably roughly the size of my own head. Imagine the back pain. She was overweight...uh, I suppose a nicer way of saying fat. For instance her clothes seemed too small as her shirt stopped covering her stomach. I wondered if showing so much skin was even legal. I didn’t dare check out anything else. I’m a modest boy after all.
“Nice behind.” She whispered, almost teasingly as she went back to reading. My face boiled a little as she said that. That’s it!? That’s what she wanted to say?! Quite possibly the worst introduction I have ever had in my life to anyone.
I sat there trying not to pass out as suddenly the bell rang. Sweet relief. Many students piled out as I wiped the sweat off my face. I fixed my uniform myself and stood up. Well...tried to. My bottom was stuck in the chair.
My bottom is too big. It's stuck in a chair and I can’t get out. I hate life. I placed my hands on the desktop slowly and pushed against it. At the same instance I heaved my massive hips upward. No use. I panicked a bit. If anyone came in right now, I’d be the laughing stock of the school day 1! I sighed after multiple attempts.
The desk shook immensely. My bag and papers shook as well on my desk. They all fell, from the shaking, onto the ground. I went pale. That was my last resort gone.
I mentioned how I have magic earlier. Every magic user here has a special spell that’s unique to them. Me? My magic comes to life through painting. I can paint or draw something within the confines of paper and it’ll materialize into actuality. I can also draw a subject and give it slight changes that can affect how that object looks or functions, but that’s much more of an energy waster. I was gonna use my magic to get myself out of this desk, but that’s near impossible when my drawing utensils are scattered across the cold cement floor out of my reach.
The whole time, my thighs jiggled almost uncontrollably. I was at least happy that no one was watching.
“You okay?” A voice echoed into the room. My heart stopped suddenly. I turned and saw the blue haired girl peeking in from the classroom. She smirked as she entered. My face slowly turned red as she neared me.
“N-No! I’m perfectly fine thank you!!!” I replied panicking. I sat there and pretended to sit as if I wasn’t dying inside or stuck. The girl gave me a look for chuckling almost evilly.
She sits at a desk facing me, letting her elbow rest against the desk, while putting her hand against her cheek.
“Oh? Then you’ll have no problem coming over here then?” She asked with a knowing look. I closed my eyes and cringed.
“I’m sorry!! I’m stuck I’m stuck! Please help me!” I pleaded. One person was better than multiple people seeing. She laughed and stood up. I looked away as she was kinda scandalous to my quivering eyes.
She grabbed my hips which made me even more red.
“Alright, now push.” She replied. I nodded and lifted up with all my might!
With one swift movement I was free. My sides aches as I stood up. I rubbed them with a sigh.
“T-thank you….!” I stuttered as I tried to put this behind me. The girl nodded and waved.
“See you Mr. Ass.” She laughed leaving. I went even more red.
“Don’t call me that! My name is Ally please!” The girl turned around and waved.
“Name’s Mix. See you around Mr. Ass.” She laughed again. She left the room. I stood there cringing a lot. Oh why did my life have to be like this?