Q in the Mirror

This is my debut attempt at story writing, for an assignment. I really enjoyed this exercise and I hope to take it forward.

His toes were peeping out of the blanket. Irritated, he tried to cover them. Q was tall. As tall as tall can be. When he walked around, people gasped, they looked at him in wonder and almost always asked him how tall he was. They asked him 'How The Weather Was Up There', and how he managed to be so tall! He was made fun of almost always, but being the gentle person he was, Q never seemed to mind. He smiled back at people, answering them and being part of the joke. 

There was this one time, when Q was standing at a grocery store and there was a little kid who looked up at him, and opened his mouth in amazement and while he kept looking up, he kept bending back and suddenly he lost balance and fell. Q picked up the kid from the ground and smiled at himself. 

Q was harmless and the most gentle that they could make. But my-o-my, he was tall! This happened over one summer, when Q got transformed from a short and cute, pudgy little boy to a slim, tall and strong 15 year old. He sometimes himself wondered how this had happened but was mighty pleased with this change. 

The height that Q gained, made life rather difficult for him at times. It was not easy for him to sit comfortably in school, because his long legs never had enough space. The bus roof was never high, the car seats were never spacious enough and he was sure he had banged his head atleast 20 times because the door frame was small. He couldn't sleep in peace in the train because his legs jutted out and it was almost impossible for him to find shoes for himself. He found it rather difficult to hug and kiss his mother and sister too! But they always went on their toes and Q bent down for the same! Q always get caught because he could never hide himself. If someone had to look for his class, they just needed to spot him in the crowd. This irritated him the most. It was like he could have no fun ever!

One day, in the morning, Q's alarm clock rang, he made a face at it, asked it to go back to sleep and then realized that he was talking to it!. Lazily, he dragged himself out of the bed and went to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror but he couldn't see his face. It was rather strange; he rubbed his eyes and tried again. He just couldn't see his face. He panicked for a bit and decided to close his eyes for sometime and then looked at the mirror again. No matter how hard he tried he wasn’t able to see his face. He moved a bit, tried juggling with his body but that also didn’t work. He puffed his face up and frowned (or that’s what he thought he did).He sulked for a bit, walked around the bathroom and tried again. It struck him that it could be a fault with the mirror. So he ran across the hallway into his mother’s dressing room and checked himself out. There too, he found that he couldn’t fit into the mirror. Huffing and puffing and angry at himself, he walked out of the room.

It seemed to him that all the mirrors around him had shrunk. This irritated him a lot but Q decided to face the situation boldly. He thought he’d go and hunt for the perfect mirror. Taking Ruff along, his best friend and pet dog, he went on a search for an ideal mirror. On the way to the market, he met his favorite person, the cycle mechanic. The cycle mechanic always encouraged him to be himself and face the world with a smile. He never made jokes about his height or laughed at him

Q walked longer and longer, but all in vain. Ruff also couldn’t figure out why his friend was so upset. Suddenly while walking, Q stepped on a piece of glass and it broke. He looked and frowned, ashamed at himself and his act. But as bent down to pick up the glass pieces, he saw his reflection and he smiled. He had finally figured it out! The solution to his problem was very simple.  He turned back and ran to the nearest shop and bought himself a pocket mirror. Beaming with joy and happiness, Q returned home, opened his secret weapon, peeped into it and voila! He could see his face!

Q had never been happier and chuckled in glee, on this new discovery. The pocket mirror became his new loyal and faithful companion for a long time to come.