Miranda stands by the entrance of the door and glances back over at you. The frown on her face slowly changes into what appears to be a smile. She turns around, facing both Valerie and Ms. Ducasse.
"So, how did I do?" she asks, looking at Valerie.
"You did great, sweetie," Valerie tells Miranda.
A puzzled look falls over your face as you try to figure out exactly what the hell is going on here.
"Shocked," Valerie says to you. "This was all part of the plan to get you back here."
"My mother told me everything," Miranda tells you. "She told me that one of my fellow students had shrunk and that I had to find that person and bring him or her back so that no one would notice. The company couldn't handle a lawsuit if the accident leaked out and my mom would most likely lose her job. So I had to act like I was a trustworthy friend and return you."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing! Miranda, the girl that you trusted your life with, is the secretary's daughter. You try to escape Valerie's palm, but she tightens her grip on your body.
"Going somewhere," Val asks you. "Ms. Ducasse, I do appreciate your help, but you can take your leave now. I think I can take it from here."
"Wait, what are you trying to say," Ms. Ducasse asks confused.
Valerie tosses the gun over to Miranda who points it at Ms. Ducasse.
"Why you backstabbing bitch," Ms. Ducasse tells her. "Who do you think you are? I am the principal of.................."
"Um, Miranda?" Val interrupts. "If you don't mind."
Miranda pulls the trigger at Ms. Ducasse and watches as she slowly starts to shrink inch by inch. Soon, she is no bigger than a plastic toy soldier.
"Can I mommy, can I," Miranda asks Valerie.
"One second, baby," Val responds. Valerie squats down on the floor, eyeing up Ms. Ducasse.
"See here's the thing," she tells Ms. Ducasse. "It doesn't matter if you are the principal or the superintendent. You are replaceable."
With a nod from Valerie, Miranda smashes Ms. Ducasse under her ballet flat. Pieces of her squirt out from underneath Miranda's shoe. You start to gag at all of the blood and gore on the ground.
"Oh it isn't that bad," Valerie says to you. "Think of it as someone spilling a bowl of sloppy joes all over the floor."
Valerie and Miranda laugh at the lame joke. It doesn't help with what you have witnessed.
"Now we have to decide what to do with you. We can't just have you running to the authorities now can we?"
"I don't believe him, mom," Miranda tells her. "That will be the first place he will go to if we let him go. Not to mention you need to think about your job."
"Hmmm, she does have a point," Valerie tells you. "So with all of that in mind and what you have just witnessed, I have decided that........................."
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