The following is a complete work of fiction. In what could be many entries in the adventures of Alisha, an 18 year old girl entering her senior year of high school, and Vicky, a symbiote that has the capacity to overtake and control Alisha's body.
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Day Four: Thursday (Part 2)
Alisha was now living what most in their lives have nightmares about at one point or another; she was now naked in her school, with no clothes or towels around to cover up with. She was truly scared and did not know what to do.
"Vicky... help?" Alisha timidly asked.
"Help? You want MY help with this?"
"I need someone to help me, ok? And you're the only other one here!"
"What do you want me to do, exactly? I can't magically make a towel or clothes just appear. Besides, it's much more fun for me to just sit back and watch you figure this one out on your own."
Alisha realized asking Vicky for help was a futile effort. If anything, Vicky found this situation Alisha found herself in absolutely thrilling, and wanted nothing more than for something embarrassing to happen from it.
Alisha needed to find some way out of this.
"Think, Alisha, think."
Alisha looked up at the curtain rod of the shower stall. She noticed it could pop off easily, and if she did so, she could slide off the shower curtain.
"See, you didn't need me,"
said Vicky.
Alisha ignored her, and pushed up on the curtain rod. It went up with ease, and Alisha was able to slide the curtain off the rod. She folded it and wrapped herself in it, and timidly began to walk out the change room door.
She looked out across the gym, and made sure that it was empty before venturing out. Across the gym was a door leading to the offices for the P.E. teachers, and there was usually a lost and found bin inside. Alisha made her way across the gym floor in the shower curtain, hoping the lost and found bin wasn't empty.
Alisha arrived at the door to the offices and pushed on it. The door opened, and she walked inside. There were four doors down this small hallway, two on each side, and the lost and found bin at the end. Three of the rooms had no lights on, but the far one on the right did.
Alisha crept down the hallway towards the lost and found. She made her way to the bin, but first looked through the window into the lit office. Inside she could see Mr. Turner sitting at his desk on his phone, with his chair thankfully turned away from the window.
She brought her focus back to the lost and found bin, and looked inside. While Alisha was grateful to discover it wasn't empty, it didn't have much in it, just a few dirty grey t-shirts and a pair of red men's basketball shorts.
Alisha was leaning into the bin to retrieve one of the shirts and the shorts, when she heard the door to Mr. Turner's office begin to open.
"Alisha?" said a rather surprised Mr. Turner. "What are you..? Why are you..?"
Mr. Turner did not imagine his day would end by running into one of his students outside of his office door, wearing nothing but a shower curtain and still wet from her recent shower. The situation left Mr. Turner feeling flustered, having never experienced such a situation in his career.
"Uhh... hi?" said Alisha, frozen in fear.
"What are you doing here like... this?" said Mr. Turner, unable to take his eyes off of her.
"Someone took my stuff when I was in the shower. This was all I could find to cover myself."
"I see... Here, let me help you."
Mr. Turner walked up to the bin, and leaned in to fish out some clothes for Alisha. He picked up the shorts and one of the shirts, and stood up to hand them to her.
"Here, put these on for now."
Alisha reached out with one hand while using the other to hold up her shower curtain. "Thanks, Mr. Turner."
"Hug him,"
said Vicky.
"You can't be serious!"
"I am. Hug him. Thank him for being the best P.E. teacher you've ever had."
Alisha was hesitant at first, but followed Vicky's instruction and hugged Mr. Turner, catching him completely by surprise.
"Thank's Mr. Turner. You're definitely the best P.E. teacher ever."
"Good. Now hug him tighter,"
said Vicky.
Alisha did as Vicky told her, and tightened her hug. Initially when Alisha hugged him, he didn't reciprocate it. But as Alisha tightened her grip around him, his arms came around Alisha, hugging her back.
"That's... probably enough, Alisha. You should go get those on, and after we can try to find out what happened to your things. I'll start checking the cameras right now."
Mr. Turner turned and walked back into his office. Alisha was still standing beside the bin, dirty clothes in one hand, and still naked and wet under the shower curtain.
"Follow him in,"
said Vicky.
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"
"I am."
"Tell me why first!"
"You'll see. Now go in."
"Not a chance! He's like... forty or something! He's old enough to be my dad!"
"Fine. Have it your way."
Alisha felt an all too familiar sinking feeling begin to consume her as Vicky pushed her back into her mind. But instead of being stuck to watch, her vision began to fade; Vicky was putting her to sleep.
Once Alisha was out of the way, Vicky threw the clothes back into the bin, and walk forward towards Mr. Turner's barely open office door. As she entered the office, Mr. Turner turned around to face her.
"Alisha, what are you doing?" he asked.
Vicky didn't give him a response, and just closed the door behind her, and pushed in the lock. She reached for the blinds that were on the window to his office door, and hastily closed them. She then turned to face Mr. Turner.
