It all began as a Senior Prank
I had started to walk home when 2 football players surrounded me. I tried to run, but one grabbed me by my arms and told me that this was a experiment for the seniors so I went along with it… they layed me on a round table and strapped me down like they do to people in the Horror flicks. (In my mind I’m wondering what the hell is going on) Emma told me not freak out on the first test, which happened to be a snake, which she knew I was afraid of them, so she let it slither on me.
She notices my goose bumps came out fast and were starting to show and as they did she was taking pictures and writing things down. Well I thought it was over till Emma stuck and iguana on me but that didn’t do anything because I wasn’t really afraid of them so she took pictures and recorded some more things down on the notepad.
That experiment only lasted 30 minutes or so I thought, but she had brought out an electronic air pump and some duct tape, a balloon, and a XXXL shirt from behind the teacher’s desk. After she unstrapped me, she told me to put the XXXL shirt and on lay back down on the table. So I did what she asked even though I had a bad feeling about this experiment if it was one.
Emma strapped me back down while I was asking her some questions of what she was about to do, but she got so annoyed that she duct taped my mouth shut and all she could hear was muffled sounds. Emma then put the balloon on the end of the long rubber hose, then duct taped the rubber hose to my bellybutton, and then duct taped the shirt around my waist.
I thought it was a regular balloon as some kind of joke, but turns out it was those giant ones you see at weddings or concerts. As the balloon started inflating bigger and bigger, my goose bumps started showing more and more. I was getting very nervous cause I thought it was about to pop any moment. Emma told me it was to be 6ft. (72in.) (which is very huge.)
Well as it was inflating, I notice she took a tape measure out of her lab coat pocket, and measured the inflating balloon. When the balloon was big enough Emma shut off the pump and walked around the table looking and pressing it to make sure that the balloon was filled up to the right capacity.
So in my mind I’m thinking she’s going to pop it. Emma walks all around the table taking measurements and calculations. Emma kneels down and whispers to me that she’s not going to pop it. Emma promised me that she’d let the air out slowly and then set me free, but after half an hour of taking pictures and notes, she takes a thumbtack out of her pocket and stabs into the side of the balloon. BOOM! Goes the balloon (that Emma promised not to pop), but she pops it anyway.
Emma falls on to the floor laughing her head off while I’m still strapped to the table crying my head off. The Janitor hears muffled crying and laughing while he’s cleaning the hallway, and come to see who is there. As the janitor walks in Emma stops laughing and gets up and runs out the back door leaving all her things behind, while the Janitor unstraps me and helps me off the table. He asked me what was wrong but it was hard for me to talk since I was crying so hard. After he unstraps me I rip the duct tape off of me and I get up and start to walk away when the janitor asked me what happened in here.
Experiments on me. The janitor walks me to the office. He asks me how I was getting home, so I told him I’d walk home, he offered to give me a lift home, but I said no thanks and started walking home crying. I felt like I was pregnant because of the feeling that was left from the pressure.
I was embarrassed to tell him that Emma, the girl that ran out the door was doing science, the balloon that was taped to my tummy.