There is a spider in your shoe.
You're sure of it. You felt something moving as you raised a foot to cross your legs.
An hairy little leg scraped your big toe.
[[Hold your breath.]]
Mybe it's just anxiety. You have a written exam in front of you, after all, and this test will be crucial for your English Literature grades.
You spent your last week studying eating sleeping studing nonstop. Being so agitated, it's //perfectly normal// to start hallucinating.
The teacher just finished to hand out the papers.
Don't worry. Are you ready? Your pencil is sharpened, the pen is brand new, you have your water bottle and a pack of tissues on the desk.
[[Let's begin the test!]]
[[NO FUCK THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY SHOE.]]
''ENGLISH LITERATURE TEST: ALICE IN WONDERLAND''
Alice is constantly perplexed and confused because of Wonderland's lack of what?
Lower your leg slowly, keep the shoe's point pointed down. Don't let the motherfucker crawl up. Now, you just have to untie your shoelaces, aaaaand...
<span style="color: red:">"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"</span>
You raise your head. The teacher is looking at you.
A moment of panic.
[["Tying my shoelaces."]]
[["SPIDERS SPIDERS SPIDERS"]]
<span style="color: red:">"No need to do it, you'll be sitting in your desk for the next two hours."</span> she taps her pocket watch. Why is this lady so biased toward lace-tying students?
...Ah, of course! You classmates often hid secret notes under their shoes, when taking a test. One was caught once, and now shoe-watching during exams is marked a suspicious activity.
What to do now?
[[Enough paranoia. Let's begin the test->Let's begin the test!]]
[[Go out go out go out.]]
You get up and start jumping around, keeping your leg raised.
There's a spider in your shoe, you explain. It didn't bite you yet, but you have to take off your shoe //right now//, sorry.
You can assure your socks aren't stinky.
<span style="color: red:">"This isn't funny! Go out!"</span>
She doesn't seem to understand the urgency of the situation, but does it really matter?
You run out of the door, leaping for the corridor, and-
You realize a second too late that //you put the foot down//, allowing the wretched creature to crawl on your foot.
[[SMASH IT SMASH IT SMASH IT]]
You smash the tip of your shoe against the nearest wall. Before the pain, you distinctly perceive a damp mass squishing against your big toe.
You hold your breath. You really had a spider in a shoe! But you're free now. Your grades are probably fucked, your foot hurts, but you're saf-
[[And then you feel a stinging touch in your //other// shoe.->end]]
You raise your hand! The teacher glares at you.
<span style="color: red:">Yes?</span>
[["I have to go to the bathroom."]]
[["I'm not feeling well."]]
<span style="color: red:">You should have thought about it before. No breaks during the test.</span>
[[But I really, really, REALLY have to go to the bathroom!]]
You raise your hand, saying you're not feeling really well. But the teacher is adamant: there's no escape from the test.
[[Pretend to vomit!]]
<span style="color: red:">"It's still a no."</span>
And now what?
[[Begin the test.->Let's begin the test!]]
[[Stare blankly at the paper for an hour.]]
You know, this isn't really interesting.
[[Continue the staring.]]
You're keeping your shoe pointed down, toes curled inside it. But spiders can walk on walls! The damned beast will reach your toe anyway.
[[Nervously shake shoe to let the spider fall.]]
[[Take off the shoe. Now.->NO FUCK THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY SHOE.]]
THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY SHOE.
A short game by Giada Zavarise
Is she insinuating you're a liar? Too bad: you'll show her.
After a moan of pain, you hold your belly and let your bladder free, wetting your pants. The stinging smell rapidly spreads into the classroom, urine start leaking on the floor.
A classmate screams. The teacher is horrified. Somody already rush for the door.
As chaos reign around you, you calmly untie your shoe and put your foot [[out.]]
At the Mad Tea-Party are the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and
<blockquote> [[□ Bill the Lizard->question2]]
[[□ the Dodo->question2]]
[[□ the Dormouse->question2]]</blockquote>
Shake your shoe. Shakeshakeshakeshake it. Keep the monster at bay.
The real monster is on front if you.
[[BUT THE SPIDER IS SCARIER->NO FUCK THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY SHOE.]]
[[The shoe is empty.->end]]
The paper is still white, and it isn't going anywere. The spider, on the other hand...
[[WAIT, THERE'S A SPIDER ON MY HAND?]]
[[Start the test. Don't think about the spider. Try at least to take a decent score.->Let's begin the test!]]
[[I WILL CONTINUE TO GRUDGINGLY STARE AT THE BLANK PAPER.]]
You felt it! You slap your hand's back with all your might.
Everyone is looking at you. Why are you screaming? There are no spiders. See, raise your hand... Nothing.
[[Maybe it went in your sleeve.]]
The test is over. The teacher collects the papers. You're free to go, now.
You'll likely have to repeat this class, but you don't care at the moment. You're too angry.
The bell rings. People are exiting the classroom.
[[Remove your foot from the shoe.]]
You cautiously widen your shoe's neck and slide your foot past it. Then you take your shoe, tip always pointed down, and you smack it against the window's frame.
Over the windows, the courtyard. The teacher is passing just now, a cigarette between her fingers.
[[Let spiders fall on the head of your enemies.]]
There were a lot of spiders. An entire nest or little critters! They swarm out of the shoe, tiptoeing everywhere.
You trow the shoe away. It falls on you teacher's head.
She looks at you, tiny spiders running like tears down her cheeks.
[[You think you'll spend the rest of the lunch break reviewing the descriptions of other schools near your area.->end]]
Only a way to discover it: take off your shirt.
<span style="color: red:">"What are you doing?"</span>
Well, the room is too hot, teacher. Isn't it oblivious?
They throw you out of the door when you start pulling down your pants. Even better! Noy you can go to the bathroom and completely undress yourself. Do a thorough search, see if there are spiders nested somewhere. Under your armpit, for example! Seems like a good place for spiders. Spider-man had cobwebs under there, in one of his oldest costumes.
[[Check the mirror.]]
There you are, naked like Mother Nature made you. Shake your head! No spiders falling out from your hair. Good.
There are no spiders. You are not a spider. So why are you hearing this crawling sound? Little hairy legs tiptoing near you.
[[A spider crawls out from you ear.->end]]
It's always six o'clock at the Mad Tea-Party because the Mad Hatter had a falling out with whom?
<blockquote> [[□ The Queen->question3]]
[[□ The Watchmaker->question3]]
Only a few more questions to go. Keep your composture.
[[You can do this.]]
[[B-But Spiders.->NO FUCK THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY SHOE.]]
You jump up as if something bit you (the spider the spider don't think about the spider). You make an ill face and quickly cover your mouth, cheeks puffed up like balloon fishes. Mumbling some excuses, you run for the door, clenching your belly with the other hand.
Nobody dares to stop you, risking a splash of vomit in exchange.
[[RUN FOR YOUR LIFE]]
You dash toward the bathroom, trying insuccesfully to run fast and keep your foot from touching the shoe's tip at the same time.
You almost reach the top of the staircase because realizing your shoes are still untied.
[[Fall head over heels down the stairs.]]
The prognosis: three stitches on your head and broken wrist.
The good news: you can retake the English Literature test as soon as they will let you out of the hospital. Next week, probably.
The bad neews: you're in your hospital room now.
[[And there is a spider on the ceiling.->end]]
Are you mad, Alice?
<blockquote> [[□ I don't think so.->question4]]
[[□ No, //you// are mad!->question4]]
[[□ Aren't we all?->question4]]</blockquote>
You finish the test. You handle it to your teacher.
You can go to the bathroom now. There you pull off your shoe, overturning it over the wc.
[[A tiny pointed pebble falls out.->end]]