Sometimes They Are Macabre

Chapter 8
Chapter 8

Chapter Description: Changes are abrew! Bill gets an idea. The mysterious merchant of dreams returns. Marcia is now teenage Marci. The plot thickens.

The following chapter/part was originally written by Areg5 and was posted February 19, 2003. The chapter is presented exactly as it was first posted with the possible exception of corrections to errors found during the reposting of this chapter.

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The ARSA Continuous Story Feb 2003 Part 8 Areg5

Marci decided not to sleep with Bill that night. No telling WHAT he would do in the middle of the night! She wasn’t ready for that, she was SO SURE! Like, it was so far fetched that she would have sex with HIM, he’s like SO OLD! Like, if it happened, why didn’t she remember it? Just like his CLAIMS that she had 2 kids that were, like, just a little younger than she was. How plausible was THAT? Still, in the back of her mind she sorta believed him. It’s just that certain things were getting hard to remember. Anyway, Jennifer had a queen sized bed so she borrowed a nightshirt from her sister and slept with her.

One thing she did remember were her plans to shop for clothes the next day at the mall. She was in dire need of some clothing from this century! She couldn’t go on wearing Jennifer’s stuff forever. She fell asleep dreaming of clothing...hot two-piece swimsuits...skirts...sexy tops.

As she slept, she dreamed of the beach, lying on the warm sand herself. Cute guys walked by eyeballing her, and she looked back unseen from under her sunglasses. The sun was so warm...but, oh no! What was she doing here? She had a final exam, and she would be late! She went to the cabana and looked for her clothes but they were gone. She couldn’t go to class in a string bikini (even if she looked hot in it!). Maybe she was in the wrong cabana...that must be it. She left her clothes in another one. She went to the next cabana...nothing. Nothing in the next one either. Darn! She would miss her test and fail the class, she had to do something! She saw a little sort of familiar shop standing on the strip, a little bit away from the cabanas. Maybe they had some clothing! All she needed was some sort of shorts and T-shirt. Something!

As she walked into the shop, she felt a little bit of a shiver. The air conditioning felt shocking on her nearly naked body after being in the sun all day. A cheerful-looking salesman approached her. “Can I help you, young lady?” he asked.

“Like, I lost my clothing and I am, like, so sure that I’m gonna miss my final exam and, like, I can’t wear this to class, I would, like, just die, do you have any clothing here, it doesn’t matter what it is as long as it fits me and I don’t have any money cuz I don’t have any pockets but please mister you have to help me,” Marci exclaimed.

“Slow down, little lady! So you need clothing, do you? I guess I can see that you do! Now, I don’t have a lot of stuff here but I may have something just right for you. I think it’s something you can wear to school; at least I’ve seen girls wearing this sort of thing to school before. I have it in the back room, you can change there,” he said, leading her to a room that looked strangely familiar. “Now, don’t you worry about paying me now, I’ll settle up with you later,” he said, closing the door.

There was a stool in the corner and on it were a plain pair of cotton panties and a cotton bra. ?Huh, how boring,’ Marci thought. She took off her sexy string bikini and put on the panties. At least they were a bikini cut! The bra was certainly a little snug, about a B-cup...and she thought she was a little bigger, but she squeezed into it. On a hanger on the wall were a blue plaid skirt and a white top. Hey, that was the same thing Jennifer wore to school! It was a school uniform! Her friends at college would get a kick out of her wearing something like that and REALLY bust on her, but she was desperate. She quickly put on the skirt and top. And white socks and shoes. She opened the door and went out into the shop. It took her about 5 minutes to dress.

“Well, young lady, that fits you just fine,” the salesman said.

“Gosh, thanks mister. I can’t thank you enough,” Marci said.

“No thanks necessary. Now, you’d better run off to school or you’ll miss your test,” he said with a smile and a wink.

Marci ran out of the shop to her car. She opened the door and got in and that’s when she realized she didn’t have her car keys. Darn! What was she going to do? She saw some kids waiting for the school bus at the corner of the road. Maybe they could drop her off! It was worth a try. She ran up to the bus stop just as the school bus arrived. She got on.

“Please sir, I hafta get to class,” she said to the bus driver.

“That’s why I’m here, kid,” he said gruffly. “Now sit down, or we can’t get moving,” he ordered. Marci took a seat, relieved that she wouldn’t miss her test after all. The bus made its way into town. She saw the state university campus up ahead, and the bus continued on past it.

“Mister, that was my stop!” she got up and exclaimed.

“That’s funny, kid. Look, you have to sit down until we get to school. This is your last warning or you’ll get a demerit. Now sit down!” he said. Marci wasn’t about to argue with him. The bus pulled into the Central Middle School lot, and she and the other kids got off the bus. Maybe if she ran from here she could still make it! She turned to leave when one of the teachers caught up to her.

“Marci, where are you going? Don’t you remember, you have a Social Studies test today! You’d better be off to class,” Ms. Jones, her Social Studies teacher, said. Like DUH, where did she think she was going! She went to her classroom and took her seat, relieved she wouldn’t miss her final exam after all. It’s not like she wanted to repeat 8th grade!

Marci woke up with a start; her sister was still sleeping next to her. Like wow, what a crazy dream! It was so real! She got out of bed and went downstairs and made herself a cup of coffee.

?Yuck!’ she thought to herself. “This is awful! I can’t believe I even thought of drinking this,” she said aloud, pouring it into the sink. She got a glass of milk instead and prepared a bowl of Frosted Flakes. She sat at the kitchen table eating her cereal when Jennifer came into the room. She looked at Marci sitting there, and her jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

To be continued...