Ms. Ducasse enters the room five minutes later. She steps across the floor, black high heels clicking, and then sits down in her black leather chair at her desk. She sighs as she relaxes and then looks at her students. They all seem too calm. She looks at the girls, seeing them watching her back. Then she notices that you are gone.
"Um, girls," she asks. "Where is, um, that shrunken boy?"
"Don't worry about him," a pretty-eyed blond says coolly.
You wake up, no longer in one of the girls' hands. But, things are dark. As you come around a little bit more, you realize that you are...
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