The Berry Resurface Effect rough draft (updated)

This story is looking like it will be a long one.

The Berry Resurface Effect

Christen stretched her arms as she walked towards her class. “It is nice to be back here after the whole blueberry indicent.” She rolled her sholders. “It has been months seince I have been able to have the time to actualy come here and attend the classes for game design but I can finnaly work towards my dream again without worrying about being blue or juice again.” She smiled and gripped her laptop. “I think from now on the world is going to be much brighter thanks to that juicing station.”

She turned the corner to see a young lady sitting on a bench with blue skin crying. Christen jumped back before taking a deep breath and asking, “Hey what is wrong?”

The lady looked up and blinked her blue eyes. “I was about to have my final and than this happens. I have seen the news and have heard about all of the people turning into giant berries all over town. Why did it have to happen to me?” She shook her head, blue tears streaking down her cheeks. “I can’t even think about another year here. It will devsate my family trying to support me.”

“Why can’t you just go and take your class? I don’t see anything wrong besides some blue skin color.” Christen laughed. “Trust me it could be much worse.”

The lady lifted her finger. “Read the sign. The school has put up a no blueberry policy.” She shook her head. “All that happened is some strange fly bit me on the ass a few miuntes ago.”

“Wait a blue fly?”

She stood up. “How am I going to tell my parents?” She walked down the hallway. “Or my landlord? Oh god my cat. How is he going to react to this?”

Christen sighed. “Well umm nice talking with you. Hope things work out.” She looked at her watch. “I still have a good fifteen miuntes until my first class starts.” She took a few more steps down the hall. “And considering I am already here I have plenty of time to get situatated.”

As she walked through the door she was greeted with a strange spray. “Hey.” Christen swatted at her assaliantt as she coughed. “What are you trying to do?”

“When you step into my place of learning you will be sanitized.” She was spayed once more. “No telling what kind of blueberry germs you might have brought with you.”

Christen shook her head. “Excuse me?”

She looked up at a towering woman in a green and red vest. The lady stared down at Christen with dark green eyes. “Haven’t you seen the news? Giant blueberry people popping up all over the place?” She set a silver can down by the door. “What have you been living under a rock?”

Christen shook her head. “If I could go one day without someone trying to remind me of that. Of course I know that. I have had people turn into blueberries at my work.” She was spayed once more. “Oh god stop that.”

“It is this campus policy to keep that vile blueberry disese out of these walls. I made sure the board saw it that way.” She pointed to the other end of the room. “Now if you don’t mind please go take your seat. We will start our delve into game design here shortly.”

Christen rolled her eyes. “I can’t imagine what that woman would think if she knew I had spent the last week with blueberry juice in my system.” She shurugged. “Maybe I would be better off.” She turned her head to see the professor spaying the next person to walk through the door. “She is very, very nutty.”

As Christen sat down in her chair, a crinkiling sound erupted. “What in the world?” She looked down to see everything covered in bubblewrap. “What kind of nonsense did I walk into?”

“Nonsense is right.” She looked up to see a young man in the seat next to her playing with his reddish brown beard. “Did that cooky lady spray you when you entered too?”

Christen sighed. “I don’t know if I would call her that but yes.”

He crossed his pale arms. “Hey come on now. Look at this place. It looks cleaner than any hosbital I have been in. The professer is scared of these “blueberries.”

Christen shrugged. “I mean people are swelling into giant berries all over town. Why wouldn’t people get a little bit nuts over it?”

“You mean clean freak nuts? I mean that sounds a bit harsh and might be the wrong thing to say but something is a bit odd and just watch how the professer over there reacts to the word blueberry.” He raised his voice. “Hey professer. I think I see a little old blueberry in the corner.”

The professer who was in the process of spaying another student jumped up and screamed before using the bottle to hammer away in which she had been directed. “No, no, no. Get out of here before you spread your juice in here you vile, vile thing. Get out!”

He laughed. “See.”

Christen shook her head and opened her laptop. “So she has a blueberry phobia. Also that was really rude.”

He extended out his hand. “My name is Mike by the way. What is yours?”

She didn’t take his hand. “It’s Christen.”

“Well you are cold.”

“I don’t generaly warm up to jerks.”

“Hey I just am trying to have some fun in this situation. Can you blame me?”

She shook her head. “This is not what I expected my return to campus to be like.”

“What were you expecting a parade? Maybe some dancing flower people?”

“Just shut up?”

Christen narrowed her eyes as she noticed something small and blue dart around on the edge of her vision. “What was that?” She turned her head only to see another young lady sit down at the back of the class and take out her laptop. “Hmm maybe I was imaginging things.”

“Imginging what?” Mike asked.

“Nothing. I just thought I saw a blue fly. A blueberry fly to be exact.”

He laughed. “Oh that is funny.”  His amber eyes widdend. “And a good one.”

She turned to look at him. “What are you talking about?”

The professor walked to the front of the room. “Ok everyone. I am sorry for the unsusul entry but these are unsusual times. The world is gripped in a blueberry nightmare. But I don’t want to dewel on that to much today.” She turned around and took a deep breath. “My name is Ms. Everol. When ever you speak to me you will address me as so. Is that understood.” She truned back around. “Tell me that you understand.”

The room responded. “Yes.”

“Good.” She walked forward. “Now over the course of the next few weeks we will be deloving into the basics of how to construct a game from the ground up.”

“Hey Ms Everol professor lady.”

She raised her eyebrow. “It is just Ms. Everol. Who said that.”

Mike sighed. “Look we are softmorhes in collage can you lay off a bit.”

Ms. Everol narrowed her eyes at him. “I will run my classes here how ever I see fit.”

Mike shrugged. “Can’t I just say—

“I would like these intruptions to stop so we can stay on schedule.”

“Than what are you going to do about that blueberry fly on your arm.”

Ms Everol’s eyes went wide. “What?” She looked down at her body. “Get it off.” She screamed. “Get it off of me now. Oh god where is my disinfected spray? Kill it.” She began to slap herself. “Won’t someone kill it?”

Christen stood up. “For goodness sake there is no blueberry fly in here.” She felt a sudden pain in her arm. “Oww.”

Mike turned twords her. “Hey what is going on?”

Christen sat back down. “I don’t’ know. Soemthing bit me.” She rubbed her arm. “Damn.”

“Well in a place like this it should be easy to see.”

Ms. Everol was suddenly looming over them. “I am not going to stand for this kind of mischief. Do you really think this is funny Mr. Davinshirt?”

“I umm?” He gulped. “So what if I do?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Well you can stay here with me after we are finished here and help me scrub the classroom down seince you are so concerned for my health.” She turned back around. “Now can we please get things moving?”

Christen powered up her laptop as she felt pressure build up in her chest. “Ugh I think my lunch is starting to get to me.” She held her hand over her stomach. “I am not sure I feel good anymore.”

Mike glanced over at her. “Well if you hurl aim for the person on the other side. I don’t want to deal with it.”

As Ms. Everol began to speak, the edges of Christen’s vision began to turn blue. “Ugh what is going on?” She blinked her eyes. “I feel so strange.” She looked down at her hands. “Don’t turn blue.”

Mike looked over at her. “Are you ok?”

She nodded her head. “Perfect as can be. Why?”

“You are saying some strange things. That and you are starting to smell.” He sniffed the air. “If I would have to say for certien. . .”

Ms. Everol’s voice filled the air. “Who dared to bring blueberries into my class!?”

Christen gulped, now tasting blueberries at the back of her mouth. Ms Everol began to walk around the class. “I want to know who would dare bring these vile berries onto this collage. Come now. Speak up.”

Christen looked down and could see the back of her right hand begin to turn blue. “Oh no, not now.” She slid her hand underneath her butt as Ms. Everol walked by.

“Don’t be afraid now. Come on and spreak up.” She shook her head. “Ugh maybe I was mistaken. Something smells bad but I. . .” She threw up her arms. “I don’ t know eacatly. I kind of smells like something has died.” Ms. Everol turned around and walked the other direction.

Christen pulled out her hand from underneath her body. “Oh no what is wrong?” She looked at the dark blue collration of her skin. “It has never been this shade before.”

“What are you mubling about?” Mike asked.

Christen slid her hands into her pockets. “Oh nothing.” Her stomach groaned and she felt a sudden thrist for water. “I just feel sick all of a sudden.”

“Oh not that again.”

Christen stood up. “Hey I need to step out and see about heading down to the hosbital or something.”

Ms. Everol whirled around. “Sit back down. No more intruptions for this lecture.”

Christen groaned. “But I can feel my insides drying up.”

“I am sick and tired of you people treating this like some. . . some high school. This is a respectable collage course. One more outburst and the person will be kicked out of the class for the semester. Is that clear?” Christen sat down as her skin began to wither. “Good. Now please make sure your laptops are turned on and we can finnaly get started.”

Christen put her head in her lap. “I need to do something. My body is turning into a blueberry again. I can feel it but I am wilting because of a lack of water.” She slammed the side of her table and the person next to her slide futher away from her. “I knew going to that juicing station was a mistake. It just made things worse in the long run. How am I going to get the liquid I need.” She raised her punish arm. “I need to think fast before I can’t move. It is hard enough to bend my arms right now.”

She looked up at the fire sprinkers over head. “No, no, no.” She winced as her entire left arm became hard and wilted. “Ugh I don’t think I have a choice.” She looked around as the professer coutuined to rant at the front of the room. “But how?”

She looked over at Mike’s mess of a laptop. “Hey can I see what you are working on?”

He pulled his computer away from her. “No way. I don’t want to catch whatever it is you have.” He pointed at her hands. “That can’t be healthy.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Just give it here.”

“Hey.”

Christen held up her hands. “Stay back unless you want to catch my umm. . .” She tapped her hand on her chin. “Blueberry ishness.”

He tapped his fingers on the table. “You are making that up.”

“Well remember that in a few moments.” She held the laptop over her head and smashed it against the side of the table.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She blinked her eyes. “Umm trying to start a fire.”

He pulled his laptop back. “Well that isn’t how you do it you crazy woman.” He pulled out a ligher. “You would have to use something like this.”

Christen could feel her torso withering away so she did the only thing that made sense, kick Mike in the gut. The lighter flew out of his hands and onto the bubble wrap floor. A few moments later a roaring flame erupted, sending the room into a panic.

Ms. Everol failed her arms about. “Everyone please. Stay calm. The sprilkerers will be on in just a moment.”

Christen jumped to her feet and ran to the door just as the water came on. “I am not sticking around here in this mad house.” Soothing water rained down onto her skin as she rushed out into the hallway with everyone else. She held her hands up in the air, the color of her skin turning a bright blue. “That feel’s so much better. Ahh.” She opend up her mouth to drink as much water as she could. “Soo nice and soothing.” She didn’t even care that the water caused the rest of her skin to turn blue even faster.

“Oh god. Look at her. She is all blue.”

Christen turned around to see everyone staring at her.

“She is going to turn itnto one of those blueberries isn’t she.”

Christen held up her arms. “Hey wait now. Things are not that bad.”

A book was thrown at her. “Get out of here. Didn’t you read the sign? No blueberries on campus grounds.”

“Hey wait a miunte here. Being a blueberry or even part blueberry isn’t all that bad. Calm down.”

The pointed at the door down the hall. “Just go. You will make Ms. Everol go insane anyways.”

Ms. Everol walked out of her room at that very moment. “Ok everyone. I think it’s ok to come back inside.” She turned around. “Oh my god. No, no. Not a blueberry woman. Everyone run inside where its safe.” She screamed. “Nooow.”

Christen threw up her arms. “I am sick and tired of this.” She ignored the building pressure pushing her stomach oward. “This is insane. When I had a giant blueberry swell up at my work people didn’t feak out this much.”

Ms. Everol pulled out her cellphone. “Hello? Get me the campus police. There is one of those dreadful blueberries walking about. What? What do you mean this isn’t a real emergency.” She pointed at Christen as she ran down the hall. “Come on I help fun this place more than anyone else now get some people to deal with this blueberry mess.”

Christen turned a corner and took a deep breath. “Well this is quite a first day back.” She winced as her jeans began to tighten around her berry body. “Ugh and I just felt comftable wearing tight clothing again too.” Her blouse began to rip apart. “I need to get out of her before I burst my clothes apart.” She pushed her way though another set of doors. “Also when I get home I am competly re doing my wardrobe. This is the last time I going to be caught out like this.” She winced as a button snapped off her blouse and flew right through a nerby window. “I am sure they make clothing for expanding berry people.”

As she walked into the next room she felt a sudden surge of juice fill her rear end. “Whoh.” Christen took a few steps back, her enlarged ass hitting the wodden double doors and causing them to swing open. “Come on, get a hold of yourself.” Once she found her footing the doors flung back the other way and hit Christen in her ass. She sumbled forward as a giant tear appeared on her butt. “For christ’s sake.” She put her hands on her knees. “Can my clothes stay in tact until I get out of here?”

“Hey you there.” Christen turned her head to see an elderly man in a blue oufit at the far end of the room. “You need to come with me.”

She shook her head. “Can’t you see what is going on?” Another button burst off her blouse and almost hit the campus guard. “I need to get out of here before the swelling gets any worse. As it is I have so much juice inside my body.”