You decide to jump into the bag. You hoist yourself over the lip and dive inside, surrounded by the scent of fruit. As soon as you jump down into the bag you realize it is only half full, and thus you fall farther than expected. When your falling body does finally land amidst the Skittles you immediately sink almost to your chest, the Skittles around you shifting and sliding to accommodate you. You panic for a brief moment and struggle to get out. Struggling you quickly learn however only serves to make you sink slightly deeper into the bag. Breathing slowly you try to asses the situation. You are stuck quite firmly. The weight of the candies around you are pinning you down quite efficiently. Fortunately your arms are still free. After a few seconds of recouping you try to use your arms to push yourself upwards and out of the trap you're in, however you can't get a firm grip on any of the Skittles around you and your hands just keep sliding off in vain. 'What a stupid idea this was' you think to yourself. "Even if I wasn't stuck I still wouldn't be able to eat a Skittle at my size!" The truth of this epiphany was quickly cut short by the creaking sound of her door opening. You hear someone step lightly in the room and you don't even have to see her to know that it's Michelle. It's funny how when you've known someone long enough you can even identify the sound of their footsteps. Her footfalls grow steadily louder as she moves towards the bag. You let out a small "Whoop!" of triumph. Now's your chance to get out of here. Once you get her attention she will be able to dig you out of here, get you some proper food, and then maybe she can help you get back to your normal size. The sound of her foot steps cease and suddenly you see her hand appear over the top of the bag, grabbing it and then lifting it. This change in position meant that all the Skittles in the bag shifted to a new position, and you unfortunantly are pulled under by the tide of sweets and come to rest in a new possition just under the surface. You begin to yell, try to catch her attention but underneath a layer or two of skittles your voice sounds faint even to you. There's no way she could hear you.
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