Kristin hand you off to another girl, and you are passed around like something at show and tell. You are finally handed back to Laura, who puts you on her shoulder. "We'll see you later girls," she tells her friends. 'Wait what??' you think to yourself. 'She's going to take me back to them?? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, No!' But then you sit there and ponder the situation for a second. 'That Kristin scared me half to death back there, I don't want to that that ever again. Well, she was only playing with you and started to kiss me afterwards,' you are deep in thought. You are supposed to be making friends and these girls seem to like you, so you agree with the situation.
"So, what classes do you have?" Laura asks you. "Um, I have History, Chemistry, Free Period, Algebra, Lunch, ELA, Art, and Gym in that order." "That's perfect!" "Why?" "It's my schedule too!" "Great! You can take me to all my classes!" For some reason unknown this seems to be a problem. You have no idea but it just seem that Laura take you to classes and looking after you at school just doesn't seem right, but you'll get used to it.
As she walks into class she lets you jump onto her palm and put you on the teacher's desk. The teacher is a young woman with dark brown hair who looks like she wears a lot of makeup from you point of view. She stands up and says "Class, welcome our new student, Mark. Mark, why don't you tell the class about yourself while I step out for a few minutes." "OK," you say as she walks out the room, though you doubt she hears you.
You usher the class to come closer so everyone can hear you. "Well for starters, I was born like this, 2 inches tall. My dad died in a plane crash before I was born. I live with my regular sized mother and 15 year old sister, Julie. I have to sleep in a dollhouse I was given on my 10th birthday," you say as some boys chuckle. "My mom has to make all my all my clothes and I was home schooled until this year. For some of you out there, I am not superhuman if you step on me I'll probably die. If you drop me from about knee height I'll probably die," you finish. You told the story to make it seem like a tragedy, but now you wish you didn't as about five giant hands of crying girls are coming towards you. Frozen with fear, you shut your eye and wait to be grabbed. You open you eyes and you're between someone's thumb and forefinger. You look up and it's...
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