Shelly followed her brothers, the little blonde girl adjusting her round glasses. The girl was eleven, having just entered into 6th grade. She chattered away to her younger brother as they headed along to the schoolbus. She twirled a lock of her curly blonde hair around with a finger, about to continue her little conversation with Austin as she heard a tiny noise, just faintly.
She bit her lip, looking around for the source of the noise.
For Scott, however, he saw something much different. He saw the other two titanic kids just avoid his Malibu, their booming footsteps rattling the car. He full on screamed as an enormous dark blue sneaker landed next to his car, sending it sliding away.
The 'small' girl looked down, bright green eyes landing on the little shape by her foot. Curiosity piqued, she reached down, a dainty finger and thumb pinching up the miniature vehicle. She brought it to her face, a smile curling across her lips. As far as Shelly could tell, this was a toy car. But there was just something about it. The eleven year-old brought it even closer to her eyes. Then, she saw it, a tiny something inside the car.
Scott screamed as he was brought into the air, his ears popping. He heard the metal groaning as the fingers pressed into it. Once sufficiently high up, he could make out the face of his titanic captor. The girl had a round head, with freckled cheeks. Her grinning mouth revealed dimples and pearly white teeth. Green eyes gazed onto his car through the enormous, round glasses and curly blonde hair rolled down the back of her head like a waterfall. He bit his lip in anticipation as she whispered:
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