After finishing her frustrated outburst, a particularly enthusiastic elementary school kid—the bigger, chubbier one who clearly had zero awareness of personal space—started jumping with the vigor of someone who'd consumed their body weight in sugar. His bounces created seismic waves across the trampoline, sending the stalker, who was sitting cross-legged trying to maintain some dignity, swaying like a ship in a storm before her face met the trampoline surface with a satisfying thwap.
BOUNCE
Her face peeled off the surface.
BOUNCE
Face-plant number two.
BOUNCE
At this point she looked like a human pancake being flipped repeatedly.
"...."
"Pfffttt—"
Before Everly could release the laugh building in her chest, the stalker finally managed to lift her trampoline-burn red face, shooting Everly a glare that could melt steel.
"If you laugh even a tiny bit or we don't move from this godforsaken bouncy hell... I won't tell you a single thing I know."
