You gave up on thrashing about in the girls arms, it was embarrassing but the little girl was just stronger than your puny self in every conceivable way.
You took a deep breath and planned out your escape path from the back of the bus to the door, slumping in the girls arms like a real doll, as you scoped out your surroundings. This caused the girl to subconsiously loosen her grip on you, but you continued to bide your time.
As the bus approached the stop near the factory, it slowed down before lurching to a halt. You took your chance and pinched the girl's hand as hard as possible, your weak fingers not causing much damage but causing her to jerk up in suprise.
"YEOUCH" she cried, her arms opening up enough for your squishy frame to squeeze through. You grabbed your minature bag that contained your phones and designs and leaped off of her seat.
You landed on the bus floor with a small thud on your ass, the girls comparitivly massive shoes swinging beside you. Wasting no time you sat up and darted towards the opening doors dodging the feet of the numerous other passengers on the bus
"CHAAARRELLOOOTE" the girl screamed "DONT RRUM AWAYYY" as she jumped off her seat and began to pursue.
Luckily for you, this caused her mother to finally look up from her phone and grab the girl by her shoulder "Now WHERE do you think you are going missy?" She said sternly, annoyed at being taken away from looking at her phone to deal with her outburst.
"M-MY DOLLY!" The girl said through tears, pointing at your small from sprinting down the bus "ITS GETTING AWAAAY"
"Now listen hear young lady, what did I say about making up fibs?" She said, not bothering to look where she was pointing "Your doll is right there", she said, pointing to the Annabelle doll dressed in your clothing sitting beside her, "how could it possibly get away?"
"B-BUT-"
"No buts, stop causing a scene or I'm confiscating all of your dolls for 2 weeks!" She responded, causing the girl to grumpily sit back down as she glared at your tiny form escaping through the bus doors.
Finally free, but unfortunatlu stuck in the frilly pink doll clothes and pacifier stuck in your mouth, you clutched your bag and headed through the front doors. You figured your father could probably get the pacifer removed and give you some of the spare clothes you left at his office for situations like these.
As the cool factory air hit you, you bump into a long leg and look up, you saw...
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