The Drone Lifted Me Up and Out of Her Life

When Steven Baxter, the heartthrob of the school, admits that he loves action movies the most, my childhood friend, Lisa Thornton, has my limbs strapped to four huge drones.

During the flag-raising ceremony on Monday morning, the drones lift me high up in the air in front of the entire school.

The students' laughter is deafeningly loud. The videos they take quickly go viral, too.

I only get to return to the surface once the drones finally run out of power and make their descent automatically.

With a wide grin on her face, Lisa unties me from the drones.

"Steven loves action movies, so we had you cosplay the main character from the most popular Tom Cruise movie.

"We grew up together since we were kids, Dominic. Surely you don't mind, right?"

As I sit on the ground, Steven pulls Lisa into his arms before he starts guffawing at me. Tears soon streak down his face from all the laughing.

"I can't believe you actually peed yourself!"

"Ahahahaha!"

I get up to my feet and walk away. From then on, I don't return to Lisa's side.

But Lisa soon loses her mind.

"We've known each other for ten years! Must you really do this to me?"

I returned home and shut myself in the bathroom. I then ran the hot water at full blast, allowing the steam to cloud the mirror—and my vision along with it.

I stripped off my soiled school trousers and underwear and threw them into the very bottom of the trash, as though I could get rid of the humiliating odor and the thousands of gazes that had stuck to me earlier.

I scrubbed myself repeatedly, scrubbing until my skin rubbed raw and flushed crimson. I could still feel the weightlessness of the heights and the sound of the wind howling in my ears, no matter how much I scrubbed. I could also hear Lisa Thornton and Steve Baxter's jarring laughter echoing from the ground.

It was then that my mother, Talia Smith, suddenly knocked on the bathroom door and said, "Your father has an event this evening, and I have a card game with Renee later, so you're on your own for dinner, Dominic."

"Got it, Mom," I replied hoarsely, my voice drowning out in the sound of the rushing water.

I thought it was for the best, as I didn't want them to see me in such a state. I was in the bathroom for ages, only stepping out, trembling, once the water turned cold.

I noticed my phone vibrating nonstop on my desk and found out that I had been tagged countless times in my class's group chat. I opened the group chat, and the first thing that caught my eye was the bold headline. "The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!"

I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my