13 YEAR OLD HOCKEY PLAYER

No one was sure exactly where the legs had come from... just that they had somehow ended up here... suspended from one side of the window, limp and lacy, like half a pair of drapes.

Sister Margaret found them first. Or at least that was the official story. Many had their doubts, since the window where the legs appeared was in the boys' dormitory.

Some found it difficult to fathom that the boys could have slept through... not just the legs' arrival, but their nearly naked presence. Sister Margaret thought at first it was some kind of prank. Parts from an old dressmaker's dummy. But the feet were intricately boned and veined and muscled in ways that could only be genuine.

And yet the legs, when Sister Margaret pushed them aside to let in more light, were not warm. Nor were they pliable. And when she tried to take them down, she found they were so heavy that, against her better judgment, she was forced to ask the boys' assistance. Some of them, the more devout, refused to even touch the legs. But a few of the badass boys volunteered... as much for the chance to grope female flesh as to score a few points with the Sister... and even they, inexperienced and strange to the whole idea of flesh as they were... were entirely unmoved by the experience. So, too, were the legs.

Sister Margaret called in reinforcements and cleared the boys' dormitory. Four of the school's sturdiest nuns then tried, in unison, to clear the legs from the window. But the legs wouldn't budge. They just hung there, clad in lace, twisting in the pale light. And over the weeks to come they would resist every effort to remove them - from those of the exorcist to those of the carpenter who tried to remove the window itself from the wall, but found his saw so thick with lacy cobwebs that it would not cut.

Finally the nuns agreed the legs must be a sign from God. A sign that it was time to relocate the boys' dorm. And so they moved it, clear across the school, and left this room to the legs and the spiders.

The school has been closed now for more than 40 years. The boys are presumably long grown up and the old nuns have moved into retirement, or died, or... rather late in life, discovered the pleasures of other women, swapping Jesus for Sappho.

No one much cares about the legs any more, or even sees them for that matter. They hang at the window in the long-empty boys' dorm... glowing faintly, gathering dust, a testatment to the undeniable existence of the truly inexplicable.

Tagged by two people, not exactly sure who...
1. This is my boot, I wore it for the high school play.
2.Tim Minchin, Lupe Fiasco, and Taylor Swift FTW
3. Literature is my best and favorite subject
4. I have a few vigs I am too lazy to post >.>
5. I have one younger sister and an older bro
6.1 is my height
7. I don't have a gf (not at the moment at least ;D)
8. I have shot a grenade launcher
9. People who think they know about the military from video games PISS ME OFF
10. Ima go to 15 :P
11. I have liked LEGOs since childhood
12. Me and my grandmother are searching for a series 4 hockey player
13. I respect Will Chapman's generosity
14. Is my age
15. Will be my age next year :P