You shout up at the girls, trying in vain to get them to go back to their seats so you could begin the lesson you planned for your first class period. With the three girls surrounding you, you're unable to focus on any one thing until the light is blocked out from above you by a large shadow.
You look up just in time to see Amy's hand crashing down on top of you. Your flexible body offers little resistance as you immediately give way to the pressure from above. Amy's hand flattens you against your desk. She leans so that more of her body weight is being supported by her hand on the desk, and therefore on top of you.
"Well," she smirked, "I guess he wasn't so durable after all." Sarah and Stephanie are in a stunned silence. As the rest of the class realized what Amy just did, a few other girls stand up and cautiously approach your desk.
"What do we do??" one asks.
"Amy! You killed him!" another one shouts.
Amy blinks innocently. "Well, he did say he was durable didn't he?" As she says this, she slowly removes her hand from the desk, finally revealing your flattened form.
Once again, there is an audible gasp in the front of the classroom. Everyone expected you to be a squashed mess, but nobody expected to see you still fully intact, but in 2-D form. The girls are in silence for a moment, still unsure of how to respond. Then, your body begins to reform. First, it's your right arm, then your left arm pops up from the desk. By that time, the girls have realized what's going on. They watch wide-eyed as your whole body reforms to normal, you stand up and dust yourself off. You turn toward Amy with a very stern look.
Amy is a tall, curvaceous girl with her hair died black. She's wearing form fitting clothes, but not the same bright colors as the rest of the girls. She has on tight black stretch pants and there is just a few hints of white and gray breaking up her dark top. She is wearing a very dark red shade of lipstick.
You take this all in during the span of a moment as you open your mouth to lecture her. "Now you listen to me young lady!" you begin, pointing directly at her.
As she sees your anger, her smirk grows into a smile. She simply raises her hand and flattens you against the desk once again.
"I wonder," she asks out loud, "How many times will I be able to do this before the period ends?"
She moves her hand from your body and the class now laughs at your flattened form, knowing that while Amy might have hurt you, she didn't do you any permanent damage.
Once again, Sarah is the first to perk up. "Wow! He's even cuter like this! All tiny and vulnerable." Other girls chime in with ideas of what do do with you, and of course Amy still hasn't finished having her fun. Once again, after a few moments your body reforms and you pick yourself up off your back. Before you can react though, you see another hand swooping down at you. This time, instead of a flat palm smashing you into your own desk, it grabs you in a fist and you are engulfed in complete darkness. The girl holds you in both hands and runs out of the classroom with you before anyone can react.
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