by: BackToBabyHood | Story In Progress | Last updated Mar 5, 2024
“Alexa? Alexa!
Wake up, Alexa!” the voice sternly commanded. Alexa groggily opened her eyes, turning her
head towards the source of the voice calling her. As her vision sharpened into focus, she saw a
face that she knew was familiar, but couldn’t quite recall in her post-sleep
haze. “Alexa Donovan! Is there a reason why you decided to fall
asleep in my class?” Alexa raised her
head, looked around and realized she was in a classroom. Convinced she was still dreaming, she wearily
looked around the room, confused as the students in the class stared at her,
observing the scene unfolding between Alexa and the teacher. Alexa slowly turned her head back towards the
teacher, who stood with her arms crossed.
That’s when Alexa remembered her name.
It was Jessica Andrews, the 5th grade teacher at Dalian. How had she fallen asleep in Jessica’s classroom? Hadn’t she already gone home after the school
day was over? Wasn’t she doing something
at her house before she fell asleep?
“Jessica, I’m so sorry, I
don’t know……..” Alexa stopped herself mid-sentence, confused by the high pitch
of her voice.
“Excuse me? ‘Jessica?’ It’s Ms. Andrews, young lady! I’ll ask you again, why did you decide to
take a nap during right before our spelling test? I suppose you’ve studied the words so well
you can literally spell them in your sleep?” she asked, as the students around
her began to giggle.
“N-no…..” Alexa stammered
in reply. I……I just don’t know how I got
here and……..”
Ms. Andrews took Alexa by
the arm, standing her up slowly. Alexa’s
eyes widened in shock. Everything around
her seemed so……big. Jessica
Andrews, who formerly stood about half a foot shorter than Alexa, now seemingly
towered over her. “I think you need to
excuse yourself to the restroom, young lady.
Compose yourself and then come right back to your desk so we can begin
the spelling test! Is that understood?”
she asked. Still in shock, Alexa dumbly
nodded her head “yes”, walked to the door, took one last look behind her and
then quickly exited the classroom and entered the hallway. Alexa’s heart raced as she began briskly
walking to the bathroom, then running. She barged into the girl’s restroom, her
heart threatening to burst out of her chest.
Alexa ran to the mirror, and stared in horror at what was being
reflected back to her. It wasn’t the
reflection of a mature, twenty-seven year old woman but that of an eleven year
old girl. Alexa let out a short, sharp
shriek and then ran into one of the stalls, shutting it behind her and closing
the latch.
“No……..no, no, no, no!”
she repeated under her breath as she unbuttoned her uniform shirt and ran her
hands along her chest, which was now flat as a board. Running her hands along her sides, she
realized all of her curves had seemingly vanished.
Alexa sat in the stall,
breathing quickly and heavily as she attempted to make sense of what had
happened to her. It was then that the
bathroom door opened and the clicking of heels echoed throughout the room. “Alexa?
Alexa are you in that stall?” It was Ms. Andrews. Alexa froze, too panicked to respond. “Alexa?
Are you ok? Do you need help?”
she asked, this time knocking on the stall door.
Alexa attempted to speak
several times before finally forcing out a reply. “N-no!
No I’m fine! I’m coming back now! Just one more minute!” she pleaded.
“Ok, but you have one
minute, young lady! We’re starting
the test now!” Ms. Andrews replied, her heels clicking on the tiled floor of
the bathroom as she made her exit. Alexa
quickly began to redress herself as she heard the bathroom door close. She took several deep breaths, attempting to
calm herself. “It’s just a dream……..it’s
just a dream………” she said, repeating this mantra to herself as she exited the
bathroom and made her way back down the hallway to the 5th grade
classroom.
When she opened the door,
she felt rather than saw the gaze of every student in the class as she
hurriedly made her way back to her desk.
Alexa sat down, picked up the pencil that was resting in the shallow
depression at the top and looked down at the sheet of paper placed on her desk,
which consisted of a numbered list with blanks alongside each number. Now that all of her students were present, Ms.
Andrews walked to the front of the class.
“Ok, class. We all know how this works by now. I’m going to say the word and you spell it on
the blank space next to each number.
Pencils ready? Good. Number one, ‘Bribery’.” The sound of dozens of pencils on paper
filled the room as each student began to spell the requested word. After pausing to think, Alexa began to write
her response on the line next to the number “1” on the sheet. Ms. Andrews looked down at her list, then
announced the next word. “Justice” she pronounced
slowly. Alexa set to work spelling this
latest word. Oddly, as she focused on
taking the exam, her panic began to subside.
She was still convinced she was dreaming, but the fear and confusion she
felt abated with each new word Ms. Andrews called out to the class to spell. By the fifth words, Alexa had practically
forgotten what she was so upset about in the first place. When the test was over, Ms. Andrews walked
along the rows, collecting each students’ paper, then returning to her
desk.
“Ok, class. I’m going to grade these while you work on
your reading assignments. Take out your
textbooks and begin reading ‘Alice in Wonderland’.” Alexa reached under her desk, taking the
textbook out and finding the assigned story inside. As Alexa began to read. “Alice was beg…….bug……to get……..” she
struggled to make out the word, then decided to skip to the next
paragraph. “So she was con………cone………”
Alexa looked around the room at the other students, most of which were already
on the second or third page. “What’s
wrong with me? Why can’t I read this?”
she thought to herself as she attempted once again to read the first
paragraph. In didn’t take long before
her effort was interrupted by Ms. Andrews.
“Alexa, come to my desk,
please” she instructed. Alexa stood up
and began walking to the desk. Ms.
Andrews had a stern look on her face, which filled Alexa with a sense of dread
as she walked next to the woman that she swore looked familiar to her. Ms. Andrews held Alexa’s spelling test out in
front of her, which was practically drowning in red ink.
“Alexa, I need to ask you
something. Are you supposed to be here?”
Ms. Andrews asked in a firm whisper.
Alexa’s face turned red from embarrassment as she noticed all of the red
x’s that littered her spelling test. Alexa
looked up at Ms. Andrews with a look of confusion.
“I…..I think I am?” she replied
uncertainly. Ms. Andrews handed Alexa
her test. “Look at your exam,
Alexa. You didn’t spell a single word
correctly. These are the types of
spelling mistakes I would expect of a child much younger than you. You clearly don’t belong in this class, sweetheart.” Alexa’s lip began to tremble and her eyes
began water up.
“I don’t know how you
ended up in here, but you clearly aren’t a fifth grader. In fact, I looked up your name in the
enrollment database and it says you’re supposed to be in second grade…….”
“But……..but I’m not a
second grader! I just didn’t have time
to study, that’s all!” Alexa loudly protested, causing the students in the
class to look up from their textbooks at the unfolding drama.
Unmoved, Ms. Andrews
opened her textbook to the first page of Alice in Wonderland and handed it to
Alexa. “Ok, then. Go to the front of the class and read the
second paragraph of Alice in Wonderland.”
Alexa hesitantly took the book from her teacher and walked to the front
of the class. Fighting to keep her
composure, she began to attempt to read the first paragraph again. “So she was cons……cone…….condin…….in her own
mind……..”
As Alexa struggled to
read the paragraph, something odd began to happen. She felt smaller. Not just from the embarrassment of failing to
read at her expected level in front of the class, but physically smaller. The room seemed to grow a bit, along with
everything and everyone else in it. As
Alexa stared in confusion around the room, she felt the textbook get snatched
from her hands. “I think we’ve all heard
enough, Alexa” Ms. Andrews said, shutting the textbook and placing it on her
desk. “Class, continue to read! I’m taking Alexa to the second grade, where
she belongs….”
The Sanctity of Knowledge
by: BackToBabyHood | Story In Progress | Last updated Mar 5, 2024
Stories of Age/Time Transformation