Week 14. Zero Gravity.

One day when I woke up Gravity wasn't working. I was literally sleeping on my ceiling. I don't know why or how this happened but it did and I was practically floating to get around and everything was upside down. Of course I wasn't. The ceiling was my floor and the floor was my ceiling. For breakfast my grandma has to step onto a latter while I reach "up" to get my food. I have to strap myself to the shower so I don't fall back "down" to the ceiling. Soon my grandma and my dad got sick of waiting to see if my gravity was wrong so they called some kind of special scientists. They said it would take about a week until they could come investigate and try to solve my crisis. So I was stuck like this for a week. Yay me. So to occupy my time I read. It was kinda hard because my book would keep trying to fall back to the floor. My blankets and pillow weren't like me so I couldn't exactly use them when I went to bed. I was sleeping on the ceiling for peets sake. So my dad gives me a sleeping bag at night and puts bunjie cords around me so it doesn't fall off. And if I have to go somewhere with my parents they attach ropes to my belt really well and attach me to the top of the car and im practically a human balloon. So a week passes by and the scientist arrive. They take blood and all kinds of DNA samples, yay for me if im being hunted down cops have all the info on me that they need, and set up all their equipment in the spare bedroom. A few hours later they told me that I ate a burrito at a carnival and it had some kind of radioactive waste in it and it messed with my body and switched my gravity around. So they cooked up some kind of magic pill a few hours later and I took it, and in about 20 minutes later I fell straight to the floor. It kind of hurt. But I was so glad to be back to normal again WITHOUT sleeping on the ceiling or strapped to the top of my truck like a balloon. I'm sure thats the last time that I will ever eat a burrito from a carnival.