Chapter #6Amazing...ly ginormous Grace by: Unknown DING DONG
A wave of migraines floods into your head upon hearing and feeling that loud high pitched tune from the doorbell. You drop to your knees to try and wait out your shaky vision. But being the size of an ant apparently means no break time, as you then hear the scraping of a dining table chair against the tile flooring. You roll onto your side, as you were still unable to stand without losing your balance, and look across the floor towards the dining room. It was your younger sister Shannon. She looked like she was eating straight out of a bag of goldfish as that's what she held in her hand, and was now coming to answer the door! The door that you were laying in front of!
"Why me God? You cruel son of a..."
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
Shannon's huge footfalls emitted echoing booms each time her foot impacted the floor. This was loud, but thankfully didn't have the same effect on you as the doorbell. At this point, you seemed to have regained your equilibrium, just as Shannon's lime green sock clad foot landed right in front of you. The force of the landing blew wind in your face and made you slide a tiny bit along the tile you were on... but no injuries.
You were getting sick of being so exposed on the floor, whoever was in that bathroom could go screw themselves for being to far away. You would have to grab onto Shannon and climb on top of her foot. After all... aside from the booming foot falls, how much damage could be done to you there?
You quickly scramble up to your feet and towards the titaness's foot. You reach out and slip your fingers into some loose threads, feeling the heat on them while they cooked inside your sister's humid sock. Suddenly, you are lifted into the air and you hoist yourself up further to avoid having your legs crushed when you are brought back down to the floor. You grab and lay on top of the sock tightly, then Shannon finally opened the door. Allowing a flash of blinding sunlight to force you to shut your eyes, you slowly opened them and allowed them to adjust. Permitting you to see who was sanding in the doorway.
Being only an inch tall and having to crane your neck since your laying on your gut, you could only see so far as this mystery guests chest clearly, but her face was unrecognizable at this angle. The giant was a girl, that much you could tell. She looked to be wearing brown Birkenstocks with a threaded yellow and black bracelet around her right ankle. light blue denim overalls with a farm animal design on the upper torso, and the final thing you noticed was her straight blonde hair draping past her shoulders. The giantess's arms suddenly outstretched toward your sister. The right wrist had a blue threaded bracelet on it, and the left wrist had a black hair elastic on it.
Your observations are interrupted, when the high pitched voices of two tween girls greeting each other fill the air, scaring the shit out of you.
"OMIGOD HI GRACIE!", Shannon shouts.
"HIIIIIiiii!", Grace squeals in response.
"Oh god its Grace", you mutter to yourself.
Grace Thompson was one of Shannon's best friends who had been away on vacation with her family for three weeks in Florida. Apparently she was back home and wanted to surprise her best friend and neighbor. The Thompsons lived a few houses down from you so Grace was pretty much always here because of the in ground pool out back. She was a border line, irritatingly nice girl. You and her were always friendly to each other and did like her, but you had pretty much known her all of Shannon's life since they were born around the same time and your parents and her parents were good friends, so they have been around each other since birth. You had good memory's of playing with the two girls when you were younger and you would occasionally still have fun with them when they asked... but upon growing up, you became a bit of a grouch when it comes to constantly laughing and energetic tween girls.
The two giantess's talked for a few seconds before Grace walked in and Shannon closed the door behind her.
"So what should we do now?", Shannon asked excitedly.
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