Chapter #8Zoey's Lesson In Irony by: Haro-Haze   Zoey Brooks had recently and rather reluctantly agreed to help her friend Quinn Pensky with a scientific experiment in order to bring up her grade in chemistry from failing to a D. This would allow her to pass the class for the semester and continue her studies in the spring, provided that she survived whatever crazy and likely life threatening experiment Quinn put her though.
"Hey Quinn, are we ready to go?" Zoey asked as she stepped foot in Quinn's room, not at all surprised to see her hunched over on the floor picking up what looked like ants.
"Zoey no!" Quinn yelled, the blonde girl stopping her next step from hitting the floor as she looked down to notice two or three ants caught in the shadow of her foot. "You have to be more careful, you almost crushed Jamie, Janice, and Eli!" Quinn pointed out as she picked up each individual ant away from Zoey's feet.
"Quinn, relax! They're just ants, they don't matter." Zoey pointed out, thinking Quinn's compassion towards weird animals and insects was kinda funny. Meanwhile Zoey would have crushed them without a second thought, even if she had seen them in her path, it would have been their fault for getting in her way.
Nevertheless she let them survive what would have been a fatal stomp from her white sneakers because she knew she needed Quinn's help to pass her science elective. That was until she felt a puny little ant climbing up her bare thigh close to her shorts, not even thinking about the tiny insects life as she raised her hand outward.
Her shadow eclipsed the insignificant little bug within seconds, a firm loud slap echoing throughout the room as she smeared it's guts down her thigh. For Quinn she realized exactly what this meant, her favorite little ant Peter loved climbing her legs specifically her thighs, and Zoey had just crushed him like it was nothing.
"Zoey! What did you just do?" Quinn asked her blonde friend, concerned by her actions towards her ants. First she had nearly crushed three of them under her foot at once and now one had been crushed between her palm and leg.
"Quinn, they're just ants! Can we please start the experiment?" Zoey asked, a hint of laughter in her voice as she repeated her statement. She couldn't count the amount of ant's that she had possibly crushed since coming to PCA, whether they had invaded her room or simply because they fell under her feet while she walked around the campus, meanwhile Quinn appeared to treat them as if they were people.
"Ugh, fine." Quinn said frustrated, handing Zoey a orange medical bottle which contained several unmarked red and blue pills. "You're gonna want to take one of these every morning for the next week, then I'll record the results by checking in with you daily." Quinn explained, placing a handful of ant's into her ant farm and closing it.
"Okay, and what do these do exactly?" Zoey asked sounding worried, watching as Quinn headed towards the door.
"How the heck am I supposed to know? They could do just abut anything." Quinn answered before leaving the room to go to the bathroom, wanting to wash her hands before her next experiment.
"Oh well, how bad can it be?" Zoey asked herself, nervously twisting off the cap and proceeding to swallow just one of the capsules inside before placing the container down on a nearby shelf. Little did she know how fast the effects would kick in, her head spinning, her knees shaking. What kind of crazy pills had Quinn given her?
Within a few seconds the effects subsided and Zoey almost felt normal, that was until she opened her eyes to see that nothing about her current situation was normal. "Quinn!" she yelled, but went unheard as she had been shrunk down to one inch tall, nearly two times bigger than the ant she had crushed earlier.
She knew she had to make a decision and fast. Should she wait her for Quinn and ask her to return her to normal size, or should she crawl under the door and run to her room next door where she might find Lola or Nicole hanging out between classes? Would she even make it back to her room at all, or will someone spot her in the halls and stop her?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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