Okay, so Britney might be a complete dumbass, but the less ground you had to cover at this size the better chance you had of survival. If you hurried you'd be able to catch her as she went in. On second thought, all of those stampeding feet as they rushed in before the bell rang wasn't something you wanted to be in the midst of. If you made good time you'd have to wait on the sidelines until the class had settled into their seats. But you'd work out the finer details later. You start out with a brisk jog across the tile, knowing Britney's chemistry classroom was only a couple doors down from where you were. However, at your shrunken, handicapped pace, that was still a very long and arduous trek. The tile practically stretched on for a mile. Okay, maybe not a mile, but it was still a pain in the ass to traverse. Regardless, you have twenty minutes to get there, so you'd take your time.
After roughly twenty minutes passes, you arrive at the door, right on schedule. If you really had wanted to arrive there, you could've made it in ten minutes, but there was really no rush since your sister wasn't even in the classroom yet. As if on cue, the shrill bell sounds, and there is a thunderous din of noise as virtually every student converges into the hallways. You stand rigidly with your back to the wall beside the entrance to the chem leb, being meticulously careful not to be crushed by any stray foot as it passes by. After what feels like an eon, you finally notice Britney heading for the door, gabbing mindlessly with some of her other ditzy friends that are clearly not in any rush to get into the class despite the bell's imminent ringing. Britney and another friend are the last to slip in, but they still have a minute to spare to talk by the door.
The gigantic sandal of Britney comes to a clamorous drop just a few inches from you, and you wonder what course of action to take. You had a window of opportunity to your sister's attention now, of course, or in the very least hitch a ride at her feet. But then again you might also want to wait ntil she sat down as was already idlely looking around the room in boredom to catch her attention. That option also came with the risk of someone else finding you too, however. Decisions, decisions. You had less than a minute to sweat it out, and it would take at least thirty seconds to secure yourself on Brit's sandal, so think fast. Then again, you didn't even have to choose her. Her friend might be of better help to you, although she was also probably as stupid as her friend. You metaphorically rub your chin and weigh your options.
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