As much as you wanted to get this over with and just vy for Britney's attention now, there simply wasn't enough time. The bell was going to ring in a matter of seconds. Plus, you had a sneaking suspicion that your sister wouldn't take kindly to something your size touching her foot. You gulp nervously as you wonder what could happen if she mistook you for some kind of insect. Living with her all your life, you knew what kind of draconian punishment she could dish out on any bug that crossed paths with her. Yeah, for now you'd be content just to hitch a ride until the opportune moment where you'd be sure she'd recognize you as the human you are... albeit, diminished a bit.
It was now or never. Taking a second to prepare, you pick up speed over the course of a few inches of tile before vaulting yourself over the soft material of Brit's sandal. You brace for the impact as the wind around your body picks up. You're practically sailing through the air, something you hadn't accounted for but now realized was due to your now very lightweight body. Even so, you find that your progress has been limited. With a fairly graceful landing, you end up just above the toe strap of the sandal. You quickly slide down her big toe in order to secure yourself beside the strap, figuring it might be something to hold onto once the roller coaster-like rhythm of Brit's footfalls began.
Sure enough, you once again feel that unearhtly breeze, this time magnified by the sheer size of your sister's foot as it swung through the air. The ground looks as if it's 75 feet or more below you, and relative to your size it might as well have been. Grabbing tightly to the sandal, you clench your teeth as air whips over your face, making it difficult to see ahead of you as it forcefully closed your eyes. Just when you thought you were about to puke from the awful ride, it came to a sudden stop. Britney had reached her desk and was already settling into her seat. None the worse for wear, save for some nausea, you'd made it to the next stage of your plan. Once the "ride had come to a complete stop", you dislodged yourself and began climbing up and out of your resting place between her toes.
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