Note: taken from another story interactive who's owner griped about the content posted.
Allison, a little bit taller than most girls her age, with short boyishly cut blonde hair and brown eyes. She’s the very definition of tomboy and does her best to try and emulate her big brother whom she adores to the point of questionability. Her tale starts the day after a school field trip to the local science center gone wrong, where a small gas leak had struck the visiting students of her entire class. So far, there haven’t been any side effects but the dawn has only begun to break and breakfast is the most important meal of the day…
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“Allison! You’ve got to stop!”
“I’m sorry bro! Bu-But I’m—”
GROWL!
“I’m just so HUNGRY!”
RING!
The sound of the house phone ringing awoke you from your rather foreboding dream. What kind of dream it was, you couldn’t immediately recall given that the loud ringing of the phone startled you enough to send you falling to the floor. Uttering a few choice words under your breath, you get to your feet and shuffle out of your bedroom and into the hallway. You pick up the phone with a gruff, “Hello?”
“Good morning is this the Fisher residence?”
“Yeah it is and if this is a telemarketer so help me—”
“Oh, forgive me, this is Mrs. Kirsten, I’m Allison’s homeroom teacher at the Academy for Aspiring Young Ladies. I’m calling about the… incident… at the Science Center.”
“The incident…” You say, feeling that familiar rush of brotherly rage coursing through your veins. Sleep addled though you may be, you distinctly recall the reason why your little sister got to out a day early for spring break. “The gas leak you mean? The one that idiot tour guide assured was perfectly harmless and there wouldn’t be anything to worry about?”
“Ah, yes…” said Mrs. Kirsten at least had the good graces to sound embarrassed. “I apologize for the delay but the people at the Science Center were adamant in wanting to know if the parents of the visiting children have reported any… strange symptoms.”
“Strange as in…?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder and looking down the long hallway to your sister’s room. Did she leave her door open?
“Oh, well, a few parents called about their children having an inexplicably large appetite, some seeming quite starved despite eating well over three times their normal portions at dinner, and so on. Of course most of them weren’t really able to hold in that much food for long but it was quite troubling for their parents…”
“I see…” You mutter, “And has anything been done for those kids then?”
“Oh yes, the Science Center has asked that any children reporting such symptoms be brought in for a quick checkup.”
“Huh, well that’s good at least…” You grumbled, still quite sore that anything had happened at all at a supposedly “safe” school field trip before spring vacation.
“So I gather that Allison is alright? No strange symptoms of any kind?”
You shake your head, trying to clear the last of the cobwebs free, but that damned feeling of dread refuses to budge from the pit of your stomach… But like heck you’d trust your little sister with those crazies at the Science Center. “No, everything’s fine.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Mrs. Kirsten said with a relieved sigh, “But do feel free to call the school number if you should notice anything. I’m afraid that though the children have the week off for springtime vacation we’re busy as bees over here.”
It hits you then, like a punch in the gut, the dream… But was it just that, a dream?
“Yeah, I’ll do that. Thank you.” You quickly hang up the phone and race for the stairs and take them two at a time, leaping over the final four and sliding into the kitchen where you see—
Allison looked up and smiled delightfully, “Hey big bro!”
You smile and shake your head ruefully at your sister. Once again, she dressed in clothes that she had “mistakenly” thought to be her own. Mistaken insomuch that her attire consisted of a t-shirt several sizes too big for her and sporting his high schools’ name across the chest and a pair of shorts that went well below her knees. Though your mother might believe otherwise, there was no way that Allison wasn’t a tomboy with her insistent need to pilfer his clothes and claim them as her own rather than where anything that she deemed as being “girly”.
“Good morning, Alley. Making yourself breakfast I see.”
Indeed she was though it was the simplest breakfast known to mankind. A bowl and the gallon of milk, freshly bought and still shut tight, sat on the small dining room table adjacent to the kitchen. Allison was standing in the kitchen proper, one bare feet sticking out for balance as she stood on her tiptoes upon the linoleum floor as she struggled to lean up and reach a box of her favorite cereal.
“Here you go, short stuff,” you chuckle, reaching over and grabbing the cereal for her as well as one of your own box. Frankly, you didn’t have the stomach for any of that artificial crap unlike your kid sister and other children her age.
Her cheeks puff out and she sticks her tongue out at you with a loud proclamation, “I’m not short! I’m the tallest girl in my class!”
“Tall for an eight year old maybe but—” Your eyes catch the clock and the time, “Oh Jesus, I’m gonna be late for work!”
You rush out of the kitchen and start to get ready even as Allison shouts after you, “But I thought you had taken the week off to spend with me while mom and dad are gone?!”
“I did, Allie!” You shout back, tossing clothes aside to find your uniform. “But I didn’t expect you to get out a day early!”
“Does that mean I have to go with you to work?!”
You wince at that idea. Not that you didn’t trust your kid sister at your workplace but… well, there was a reason why there was a phrase involving kids and candy stores… Not that you thought your sister would steal but you didn’t trust your co-workers not to give her more than a fair share of “samples” again. Once was bad enough.
“Sorry kiddo but no! Look’s like you’re just going to have the house all to yourself for the day!”
“Is that alright?” You hear her shout around a mouthful of cereal. “Mom and dad won’t get mad?”
Not if they don’t find out… You think to yourself as you race back to the dining room. Allison is sitting at the table, eating through a bowl of cereal like no tomorrow. That trepid feeling returns but you ignore it and ruffle her blonde hair. “I’ll only be at work until early this afternoon at the latest, alright? Lock the door behind me and don’t open it for anyone, alright? If something happens you call me and I’ll be back with bells on.”
“Can I eat in front of the TV?”
You chuckle. That’s your sister, always with the right priorities. “Sure, just try not to eat us out of house and home okay, short stuff?”
You kiss Allison on the forehead and she shoves at you with a disgusted but blushing face as you race to the front door. You pause for a moment and glance back down the hall. For a moment you could have sworn that the milk gallon was over two-thirds empty… Your eye catches the clock and all thoughts of half-empty milk jugs are summarily tossed aside as you race for your car and head off towards work.
Your name by the way if you wish to switch POV's is Robbert often called Robb for short.
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