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Kevin was 18 years old, just about to graduate high school, and was incredibly shy. Most days he would spend his time in his room, watching Netflix or playing video games. It was his safe haven.
Kevin lived with mom, a single woman, aged 36, named Michelle. She was always a great looking woman, always walking proud and acting as she was in charge of the world. In other words, the complete opposite of her son.
“Kevin!!! You need to clean yourself up a bit, we are having company over!!”
Those words alone were enough to send a shiver down his spine. He hated people coming over. His mothers natural charismatic charm would force him out of his room to awkwardly socialize for almost an hour.
“Ugh” he groaned. “Who’s coming?” He shouted back. What he heard next though sent him into a complete panic attack....
“Sheila and her daughter Audrey are coming over for a bit. You two probably know each other, your in the same class I think”
Oh yes. Kevin knew Audrey all too well. But the problem was that she didn’t even know he existed. They have been in the same class every day since 3rd grade, and never once in that time has she spoken even a single syllable in his direction.
“They will be here in 5 minutes, get dressed and come down or I’ll have Audrey come and drag you out”
FULL PANIC MODE
Kevin’s heart started to almost literally burst out of his chest. Not a minute past before he suddenly blacked out.

Kevin awoke a few moments later to the feeling of an earthquake around him. He groggily opened his eyes, looking up into the the endless expanse that use to be his bedroom ceiling. He was at a loss for words before the view was blocked by a large tan wall.
In one simple action Audrey had walked into his room, her barefeet sweaty from just moments ago being pried out of her worn out moccasins. With a single step she also changed Kevin’s world for the worse as her sweaty size 7 foot landed right on the shrink boy. As if I’m slow motion, he watched as her sole descended on top of him, his body paralyzed from fear. The ball of her foot landed mere inches from his face, as her toes arched over head, landing with a padded thud behind him. He felt the gust of odorous wind blow past as he left other foot continued on. He barely had time to breath as her foot rushed forward, slamming the boy against the sweat coated webbing of her toes.
Audrey walked into the room, the smell of teenage body odor wafted into her nose as she entered. She looked around he room at the empty soda cans, uneaten pizza rolls, and mounds of trash that littered the room. Not wanting to spend anymore time in there, she spun on her heal, letting out a small gag as she exited, unaware of her newfound passenger.
Audrey went back to the living room to see her mom and Michelle sitting on the couch, eating chips and dip while chatting about old times.
“Where’s Kevin at?” Michelle’s eyes narrowed in anger and worry.” “I don’t know couldn’t find him, but it definetly smells fresh in there.”Aubrey said suppressing the urge to laugh. “Oh no not again. He’s got anxiety. When he was 7 he jumped out his window and hid in the garage till company left. Probably where he is now. I’ll punish him later”

Audrey took a few steps forward before having the squeeze her way past her mother. As she did she felt a squelch of liquid between her toes. “Ugh mooom, you dropped freakin dip on the floor!” Michelle looked over and chuckled “ oh this carpet has more stains than you could ever know. Just rub it off with your foot. Audrey stepped forward toward the couch to sit, as her foot left the puddle of fallen dip, Kevin did not. He laid in the cold liquid, his body slightly bruised from his crushed unaware toes squeezing his body like some discarded sock lint. He laid and stared up into the sky only to once again watch in horror as Sheila now took her big toes and used it to “remove” the stain. He felt the weight of the perfectly pedicured toe crush down onto his body, dragging him across the carpet fibers beneath him. He tried screaming only to have bits of foot flesh and dip enter his mouth.
Sheila did her best to clear the spot before once agin crossing her legs and brushing her soles off. As her hand met Kevin’s battered body he was flung at top speed off towards the front door. He hit the wall near the door with a slam and plummeted down to the floor. As he slowly passed out during the fall the last thing he saw was his mothers work flats.

Hours passed as the women talked, when all of a sudden Michelle’s phone buzzed. Her eyes widened as she read the text from her boss telling her to come in for some extra shifts. The girls said their goodbyes as Michelle slowly slid her foot into her overworn flats and headed off to her 12 hour shift.

As for Kevin. He survived weeks off his mothers foot. During her shift the blood, sweat, and chip dip hardened around his body and adhered him to her sole. For weeks he was stuck there. Everything she did. Sleep, work, showers. What finally did him in? A can of soup in the kitchen was just one shelf to high for his mother to reach without being on her tiptoes.

Description
Kevin was 18 years old, just about to graduate high school, and was incredibly shy. Most days he would spend his time in his room, watching Netflix or playing video games. It was his safe haven.
Kevin lived with mom, a single woman, aged 36, named Michelle. She was always a great looking woman, always walking proud and acting as she was in charge of the world. In other words, the complete opposite of her son.
“Kevin!!! You need to clean yourself up a bit, we are having company over!!”
Those words alone were enough to send a shiver down his spine. He hated people coming over. His mothers natural charismatic charm would force him out of his room to awkwardly socialize for almost an hour.
“Ugh” he groaned. “Who’s coming?” He shouted back. What he heard next though sent him into a complete panic attack....
“Sheila and her daughter Audrey are coming over for a bit. You two probably know each other, your in the same class I think”
Oh yes. Kevin knew Audrey all too well. But the problem was that she didn’t even know he existed. They have been in the same class every day since 3rd grade, and never once in that time has she spoken even a single syllable in his direction.
“They will be here in 5 minutes, get dressed and come down or I’ll have Audrey come and drag you out”
FULL PANIC MODE
Kevin’s heart started to almost literally burst out of his chest. Not a minute past before he suddenly blacked out.

Kevin awoke a few moments later to the feeling of an earthquake around him. He groggily opened his eyes, looking up into the the endless expanse that use to be his bedroom ceiling. He was at a loss for words before the view was blocked by a large tan wall.
In one simple action Audrey had walked into his room, her barefeet sweaty from just moments ago being pried out of her worn out moccasins. With a single step she also changed Kevin’s world for the worse as her sweaty size 7 foot landed right on the shrink boy. As if I’m slow motion, he watched as her sole descended on top of him, his body paralyzed from fear. The ball of her foot landed mere inches from his face, as her toes arched over head, landing with a padded thud behind him. He felt the gust of odorous wind blow past as he left other foot continued on. He barely had time to breath as her foot rushed forward, slamming the boy against the sweat coated webbing of her toes.
Audrey walked into the room, the smell of teenage body odor wafted into her nose as she entered. She looked around he room at the empty soda cans, uneaten pizza rolls, and mounds of trash that littered the room. Not wanting to spend anymore time in there, she spun on her heal, letting out a small gag as she exited, unaware of her newfound passenger.
Audrey went back to the living room to see her mom and Michelle sitting on the couch, eating chips and dip while chatting about old times.
“Where’s Kevin at?” Michelle’s eyes narrowed in anger and worry.” “I don’t know couldn’t find him, but it definetly smells fresh in there.”Aubrey said suppressing the urge to laugh. “Oh no not again. He’s got anxiety. When he was 7 he jumped out his window and hid in the garage till company left. Probably where he is now. I’ll punish him later”

Audrey took a few steps forward before having the squeeze her way past her mother. As she did she felt a squelch of liquid between her toes. “Ugh mooom, you dropped freakin dip on the floor!” Michelle looked over and chuckled “ oh this carpet has more stains than you could ever know. Just rub it off with your foot. Audrey stepped forward toward the couch to sit, as her foot left the puddle of fallen dip, Kevin did not. He laid in the cold liquid, his body slightly bruised from his crushed unaware toes squeezing his body like some discarded sock lint. He laid and stared up into the sky only to once again watch in horror as Sheila now took her big toes and used it to “remove” the stain. He felt the weight of the perfectly pedicured toe crush down onto his body, dragging him across the carpet fibers beneath him. He tried screaming only to have bits of foot flesh and dip enter his mouth.
Sheila did her best to clear the spot before once agin crossing her legs and brushing her soles off. As her hand met Kevin’s battered body he was flung at top speed off towards the front door. He hit the wall near the door with a slam and plummeted down to the floor. As he slowly passed out during the fall the last thing he saw was his mothers work flats.

Hours passed as the women talked, when all of a sudden Michelle’s phone buzzed. Her eyes widened as she read the text from her boss telling her to come in for some extra shifts. The girls said their goodbyes as Michelle slowly slid her foot into her overworn flats and headed off to her 12 hour shift.

As for Kevin. He survived weeks off his mothers foot. During her shift the blood, sweat, and chip dip hardened around his body and adhered him to her sole. For weeks he was stuck there. Everything she did. Sleep, work, showers. What finally did him in? A can of soup in the kitchen was just one shelf to high for his mother to reach without being on her tiptoes.