“And now, for the final step, we move the decimal…” before Miss.Carly could finish her sentence the school bell for playtime rang loud and clear, draining out her feeble voice.
Like we’d never been to the playgrounds before, my class and I dispersed hurriedly out of the classroom, leaving Miss.Carly staring at an empty room with a dazed expression on her face. As soon as I reached the playground, I realised that something was quite wrong. Although the playground appeared to be the same as usual, there was something terribly wrong with the children.
Suddenly, light dawned upon me and I gasped in bewilderment as I saw my best friend Katherine walking on her hands instead of her feet. Then the nurse came walking to me on her hands! The nurse let out disgruntled snort and advanced towards me.
“Another incident of someone who fell topsy-turvy off the climbing frame and has to walk permanently upside down?”
Her strange but ominous words repeated themselves in my head, frightening me. The nurse wriggled her legs in an awkward style. A tiny glass bottle fell out of her pocket.
“Here,” She thrust the bottle in my hand. “Wipe this soothing balm onto your forehead. It’ll make you feel better.”
She walked her hands further down to the canteen. I stared at her with disgust. What on earth did the nurse mean, I was topsy-turvy? She didn’t seem to be making much sense. On the other hand, it just wouldn’t do to disobey an adult. Carefully, I unscrewed the lid and sniffed the balm that smelled strangely like oranges. I wiped the balm onto my forehead. Suddenly I felt nauseated and my stomach churned.
The next thing I was aware of was that my body was in a slightly uncomfortable position, and my back seemed to be - arched. The glass bottle containing the balm fell off my grip and shattered into millions pieces. I glanced at my hands and almost lost my balance. I had unexpectedly turned out to be much like the nurse; all topsy-turvy. I tried my best to get up normally, but failed on the first few attempts. I found myself seething with anger. How could the school nurse have possibly given me a whole new version of a life style, and expect me to adapt to it?
The day rambled endlessly on, the lessons shuttled forward and it was much to my surprise to find Miss.Carly writing on the blackboard with her feet, and having us sit on our chairs with our hands. All the way on the bus back home, I desperately hoped that today would be a normal school day.
Today was definitely an early night for me. Instead of lying on my back in bed like I usually would, I had to lie facing the other way, with my nose in the pillow, and my legs hauled miserably in the air. The next morning as I woke up, I found myself feeling normal and forgot the eccentric happenings that had occurred yesterday.
But I've found that I have developed ambulophobia – a fear of walking. But in my condition it’s on hands! I'm pretty sure I won’t be getting flying grades in gymnastics for holding my handstands for long!
Like we’d never been to the playgrounds before, my class and I dispersed hurriedly out of the classroom, leaving Miss.Carly staring at an empty room with a dazed expression on her face. As soon as I reached the playground, I realised that something was quite wrong. Although the playground appeared to be the same as usual, there was something terribly wrong with the children.
Suddenly, light dawned upon me and I gasped in bewilderment as I saw my best friend Katherine walking on her hands instead of her feet. Then the nurse came walking to me on her hands! The nurse let out disgruntled snort and advanced towards me.
“Another incident of someone who fell topsy-turvy off the climbing frame and has to walk permanently upside down?”
Her strange but ominous words repeated themselves in my head, frightening me. The nurse wriggled her legs in an awkward style. A tiny glass bottle fell out of her pocket.
“Here,” She thrust the bottle in my hand. “Wipe this soothing balm onto your forehead. It’ll make you feel better.”
She walked her hands further down to the canteen. I stared at her with disgust. What on earth did the nurse mean, I was topsy-turvy? She didn’t seem to be making much sense. On the other hand, it just wouldn’t do to disobey an adult. Carefully, I unscrewed the lid and sniffed the balm that smelled strangely like oranges. I wiped the balm onto my forehead. Suddenly I felt nauseated and my stomach churned.
The next thing I was aware of was that my body was in a slightly uncomfortable position, and my back seemed to be - arched. The glass bottle containing the balm fell off my grip and shattered into millions pieces. I glanced at my hands and almost lost my balance. I had unexpectedly turned out to be much like the nurse; all topsy-turvy. I tried my best to get up normally, but failed on the first few attempts. I found myself seething with anger. How could the school nurse have possibly given me a whole new version of a life style, and expect me to adapt to it?
The day rambled endlessly on, the lessons shuttled forward and it was much to my surprise to find Miss.Carly writing on the blackboard with her feet, and having us sit on our chairs with our hands. All the way on the bus back home, I desperately hoped that today would be a normal school day.
Today was definitely an early night for me. Instead of lying on my back in bed like I usually would, I had to lie facing the other way, with my nose in the pillow, and my legs hauled miserably in the air. The next morning as I woke up, I found myself feeling normal and forgot the eccentric happenings that had occurred yesterday.
But I've found that I have developed ambulophobia – a fear of walking. But in my condition it’s on hands! I'm pretty sure I won’t be getting flying grades in gymnastics for holding my handstands for long!
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