This choice: Hannah, and I'm 17 years old" • Go Back...Chapter #2Hannah, and I'm 17 years old" by: Tony   ...Hannah, and I'm 17 years old. We're gonna have a blast together!" Said giant girl, flashing her braced teeth at you. You stared back up at the girl awestruck. You looked to your left, following the yoga-pants-covered leg until you saw the smooth, tan skin of her calf. Then, you looked at her feet, all massive and clad in low top sneakers, red to be exact. However, the most amazing part was the gargantuan size of it, it was taller than your house, no question about it! Your eyes traveled back up her leg and to her mid section. Hannah was wearing a loose, tidye t-shirt. Your eyes continued to creep upwards when suddenly. The world around began to shake. Massive Black and Tan arches began to form on either side of you. Then, your eyes followed the blue and green tidye, craning your neck back, further and further, until you were looking straight up. The two massive shoes stood in front of you, only about 30 feet away. Huge cumps of dirt and debris cascade from Hannah's tight yoga pants. You duck, hoping that nothing would hit you, and, lucky for you, nothing did. You looked up again, but this time you only saw Hannah's ginormous jugs eclipsing her face and the sun. They were so big that they actually castes a shadow on you. You yell up to your new gigantic caretaker,
"Hi, I'm Michael!" You yelled, attempting to make the message travel the 350+ feet that it needed to. The giant girl stretched her arms down, grasping her feet with ease. Your eyes followed the mega-sized hands. You felt something tickle your neck, so you looked back up and say a wavy, dirty blonde curtain of Hannah's belly button length hair block behind you and to both of your sides, forcing you vision to her georgious face many feet above you. She had big, green eyes and puffy cheeks. Smiling back down at you, Hannah said,
"So, Mikey, let's play a game to get to know eachother a little better!" She said this with interest and enthusiasm.
"We'll, what game?" You asked, turning your head in confusion.
"Well, it's called..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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