“Hmm... must be a toy dropped by one of the girls. I’ll go put you in the lost and found bin.”
She has no pockets, so she clasps you in her hands. It’s very warm, and a little hard to breathe, but her skin is soft and smooth. You’re unable to see where she’s going, but the words “lost and found” rung in your head. Who would be looking for you? You weren’t actually a toy... How would you escape?
You weren’t given very much time to think about it as she unclasped her hands so she could open the door. You were brought into a dark room. There was a woven laundry basket looking bin in the corner, stuffed with shirts, bras, panties and even a few earrings.
The teacher tossed you lightly down into the bin, and the world spun around you as you fell. Your descent was dizzying, and although you knew you basically couldn’t die, your free fall was nonetheless terrifying.
Finally you landed with a “plop” into the bin.
The teacher was just closing the door to the room behind her when another girl walked in. You couldn’t see very well, but she looked worried.
Suddenly, her face lit up as she saw the basket. “Ah! Yes! There it is!”
She picked up the fabric beneath you, carrying you out with it. What had she found?
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