You began wracking your brain for potential options. The tennis shoe would theoretically be pretty easy to board and latch onto, then you could wait for the perfect lull to try and get Beth's attention. As much as this unaware titanic women posed a significant danger to you, they simultaneously held the keys to your salvation. There was no way you could help yourself in this diminutive state. Contacting a friend you could trust was your sole realistic chance at survival, and ideally, returning to normal size. You glanced once more at the colossal shoe, weighing your options, looking up at Beth to gauge the likelihood of her noticing you.
Your heart nearly stops. Oh, she was going to notice you already. As you crane your neck to look up at your pink-haired classmate, her heavy, almost divine gaze has already begun to fall upon you. However, it does not bode well for you. No sooner had her massive eyes locked onto you than her lip began to curl in disgust. You already knew where this was going, praying internally that it wasn't what you thought. All traces of doubt were eliminated by her next deafening words:
"Ugh, another fucking bug? You gotta be fucking kidding me. This place is a dump," she boomed, in a thunderous yet feminine tone. You had few choices.
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