Even the floor is against me

I leave my room to go make Kool-Aid my most daunting task for the day. Always a mistake to leave.

The second my foot hits tile:

Rip, riiiiip, riiiiiiiip, -must be a clean spot-, riiiiiiiiiiip.

The sound continues as I walk through the kitchen making the purple drink.

I’m not sure how it started, the sticky floor, but it’s spreading the carpet is going be just as nasty soon. Nothing like bouncing your face off the ground because your sock is now part of the floor. Some sort of chemical fusion. It hurts, it hurts.

Sure it’s carpet, but under it is concrete. If I wrap a bat in carpet would you want me to hit you with it? If the answer is yes then post a message. Me and “Smashy” will get back to you.
Fun fact about Kool-Aid it has melted the enamel on my teeth. I started drinking the stuff because it’s cheap, I had mono, and what can I say the shit is good. I drink soda non stop 24-7 yet my teeth were fine for the most part. I start drinking Kool-Aid and my teeth hurt even if I think about them.

Now that my purple acid is in the fridge I can attend class. I dress. When I leave my room I take the stickiness with me. The people in front of me hear, “Riiiiip, riiiiiiiiiip, riiiiiiiiip.” They start walking faster to get away from me.