"Hang tight, buddy." Scotty whispers as he drops you into his back pack and returns his attention to the professor. "We'll find you some help later.."
For you, the rest of the class is spent climbing around inside your best friend's bag. Of course you've seen all this stuff before, but at your tiny size every object now seems to take on a life of its own: There's a giant, tattered note book with Scotty's messy handwriting scribbled all over the cover.. A wad of tissue with gum spat into it smells equally of peppermint and of your best friend's breath.. Your sense of smell seems to be keener than ever, which is most apparent when you stumble across Scotty's rolled-up gym socks and have to scramble to the other side of the bag as if your life depends on it, gagging on the smell.
"C'mon, c'mon, when is this class gonna end.." You wait impatiently, curled up in the bottom of the back-pack. It's sort of embarrassing, knowing that your life is in another kid's hand and all you can do is sit there patiently until Scotty has time to help you. You know how lucky you are to have a friend like Scotty who's even willing to help you, but you still can't wait to be back in control of your own life.
It seems like hours before you hear the bell ring and the bag starts moving. You have to steady yourself against a half-full bottle of water smeared with Scotty's giant fingerprints as the bag starts to sway and chatter becomes louder and louder outside.
For a few minutes the outside noises seem to die down, but you can still hear three or four distinct male voices murmuring anxiously. Straining your ears, you recognise the voices as a group of Scotty's close friends.. You've met these guys before, but never at this tiny size! You know that if Scotty has enlisted the help of his friends, he clearly means well, but you're nervous about being passed around a group of giant teenagers like an injured animal while they try to find a way to help you..
Suddenly, the bag's zipper zips open and Scotty's hand dives in to pull you out. You're greeted by a group of intrigued and giant teenagers, who seem to be gathered around..
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