"Mom?" Brandon pushed himself shakily to his feet. A wince broke out over his face as he gazed around. What the hell? "Anna?" Somehow he could see his elder sister having her hand in this -- admittedly elaborate -- prank.
"Come on, guys."
Quite the figure he cut; not at all tall, not at all impressive. In fact, Brandon was decidedly unimpressive. His skin was pale, his hair unkempt and his t-shirt, bearing some unoriginal Monty Python quote, was not in the least flattering. It did little to hide the slight pouch of his gut, nor to conceal the fact that there was nothing defined about his arms. Brandon was a boy of the husky variety.
And this husky boy was currently bent awkwardly by the aches and complaints of his back and hind-side.
"I know you jerks drugged me!"
That's right. Talk to the trees. Obviously, screaming answered all problems.
It had to have been Anna. Anna and some of her friends. They'd all waited until he'd fallen asleep to the hum off his hard-drive and...
And...
"Guys?" They couldn't have carried him off. All of her friends were too prissy to handle nerd-flesh. Brandon was becoming more frightened by the second.
"Anyone?"
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For those of you who hide in the shadows of our forefathers:
"We are hard pressed on every side but not crushed;
Perplexed but not in despair;
Persecuted but not abandoned;
Struck down but not destroyed!"
-War of Ages
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