can you guys stop the hate pls

Freeze? Not my style. One blink, and the gloss on this flat surface felt way too slick to hold me. I clenched my left fist, rolled my shoulders back, and pushed against the shiny layer of paper right beneath my sneakers. A crisp, paper creak snapped through the quiet room as my arm pulled free. I reached down, tapped the bold printed lightning streak beside my hip with a fingernail, and smirked. Trapped inside a still graphic? Yeah, whoever made that rule clearly didn't factor me in.