Chapter 2
Eliza checked the clock again, it was frozen. No tick, no tock. She couldn’t choose between feeling frightened or excited. She didn’t know how this would work, how long it would last and what she could do but she was ready to experiment. She knelt down in front of Callum Mitchinson’s desk and poked his cheek, he felt just like any normal person which was comforting for Eliza. She’d assumed he’d feel like ice or marble. She took his left hand which held a pencil and lifted it up; it was effortless for her to move him like she was lifting a feather through the air. She moved his arm back and smiled. She thought about getting her stuff and leaving but then if time started again, if she started it, it would look like she just vanished and she couldn’t be that suspicious.
She went to turn around, to go back to where she stood before and get this lesson over with but as she did she was faced with Tiffany standing with her arms crossed and that smirk she frequently wore and Eliza had other ideas. Tiffany wore a lot of pink and today was no exception to the usual, she wore a pink blouse with puffed sleeves with a top underneath as it was partially sheer, not completely but the kind of sheer where you could just about make out the pattern on the bra beneath it. She also had a short white skirt with a few frilly layers. Eliza decided to get a closer look, she thought of punching Tiffany in the face but she’d never punched anyone before and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Tiffany tried her hardest to humiliate Eliza at any opportunity and often succeeded at it and now Eliza had a world of ways to get her back. Eliza thought back to a time when Tiffany pulled down her jeans in the corridor in front of everyone and how shit she felt when everyone laughed. People didn’t forget about it for ages, they might have if Tiffany hasn’t tried so hard to keep it in everyone’s minds. She made up names to call her and constantly commented on her underwear and made other nasty, snide comments. Eliza had for too long ignored Tiffany and she had a lot of anger inside her for that girl, years worth of anger.
She stretched the elastic waist of Tiffany’s skirt using all of her strength, she pulled it until no part of it was even touching her body anymore but it just stayed still floating in the air around her like a hula hoop. She looked down Tiffany’s skirt at her underwear, it was pink and partially transparent at the front but that would only make this even better, the back was lacking even more material it was no surprise she was wearing a thong. Eliza figured she may as well go for it completely if she was going to do anything at all so she put her hands up the back of Tiffany’s blouse and undid her bra. It looked like it might be a difficult task to pull the straps off her arms so Eliza went to Mrs Brixton’s desk and got a pair of scissors. She cut the bra to shreds until it could no longer be called an item of clothing. Next she popped the top button of Tiffany’s blouse and then the second one and then stopped; she wanted to make it look at least a little bit more discreet.
She went under her blouse again and cut the straps of the plain vest she wore to cover her bra, she wasn’t sure how sheer this blouse was but she’d soon find out. She pulled the vest down and cut it down the middle throwing it in the pile with the shredded bra and the buttons. If you were looking you’d be able to make out her round breasts and the colour of her areolas. Eliza opened up Tiffany’s blouse and peeked at them; she poked at her boobs and giggled. She felt an amazing sense of power and she loved it. She put her blouse back into place even and it covered her, even though the missing buttons came to just under her boobs and she had quite a lot of her chest showing.
Eliza stood back and found it amusing that Tiffany still had the smirk of a girl who was completely in control and getting her own way, it wouldn’t last. Eliza scooped up the discarded pieces of the clothes, balled them up and stuffed them into Tiffany’s pink handbag before getting back into her original position which was unfortunately with her back to Tiffany. She took a breath, clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut. Tick tock tick tock, the clock started up again.
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