Portia... Tyra Banks
Asia... Sydney Tamia Potier
"Wow," muttered Portia.
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| CAST Portia... Tyra Banks Asia... Sydney Tamia Potier |
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| Asia was sitting on a swing in a local park, waiting for her sister. She had been gone quite a while. She looked down at her bare feet and grabbed at a couple of dandelions with her toes. As she looked around the park, she noticed that everyone had disappeared. Her brow furrowed. She called out her sister's name, but no one answered. Asia felt something sliding down her leg. She looked down to see a python wrapped around her right leg. She opened her mouth to scream, but her intended scream turned into a giggle spilling from her lips, as the snake's flickering tongue had begun agitating the ball of her foot. Her laugh intensified when the tougue began darting between her toes. | ||||||||||||||
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| When Asia opened her eyes, she was staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. It had obviously been a dream, but she was still giggling from the irritation to her soles. She looked down at the foot of her bed and saw some shadowy figure which was obviously the source of the irritation. She attempted to pull her feet away but the irritation graduated to a paralyzing intensity, turning her giggles into a guffaw. All she could do was wiggle her toes and write around on her back. Then she heard hissing. Thinking a snake was really in her room, she again tried to scream, but again her effort resulted only in hoarse laughter. Then everything stopped. There was no more irritation, and she could move her feet. She grabbed at the lamp on her nightstand, fumblng for the switch and finally turned it on. She gasped when she looked down at her bare feet--they had been painted bright yellow. | ||||||||||||||
| The next morning, Portia Pittman was eating breakfast at her kitchen table, while watching tv on a portable set. Due to her short attention span, she kept flipping channels every few minutes as her feet played with her white furry bed slippers. For some reason, she stopped at the news, which was strange for her, because she never watched the news. One would think that a police officer would watch the news at least once in a while, but not Portia--except for this morning. The weather was on. Portia was interested in the weather, so she paid attention. After the weather, came an oddball story about some "foot painter" attacking a few girls overnight. The girls interviewed all said that they'd had their feet tickled while lying in bed, then after the culprit had fled found out that their feet had been painted yellow. "Wow," muttered Portia. |
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