This choice: You call your mother, Helen. • Go Back...
Chapter #3
Mother to the rescue . . . Or not.
by: Unknown
You decide to call mom. Obviously, she would help, after all it's basically her assignment. After a few minutes, you finally find her number and call it. You hear your mother's sweet voice.
"Hey Erica, how are you doing? Shouldn't you be focusing in class?"
"Mom it's me, Timothy, Erica shrunk me and put me in her purse. Please help me."
"Oh my, that's not good. Of course sweetie, give me about ten minutes, I will get you out of there, but there will be a cost for my help."
"Yes, whatever it is, I'll do it, just please help me."
"I'm on my way, just hang tight." The phone goes dark and you relax a little. After a while, you hear arguing and finally it gets brighter. A big soft hand grabs you and pulls you out. The hand belongs to your mom. She has long brown hair and blue eyes. You smile at her and then pass out from exhaustion. When you wake up, you're on the blue table in your house. Mom is right in front of you. Her eyes and smile look calm.
"Thank you so much for getting me out of there." You say with a happy face.
"Now hold on, remember what I said. My help comes with a cost." Her smile gets bigger and creepier. Clearly, it won't be something easy or fun. "Now that I have helped you, . . .
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