This wasn't going to work. The chair is the size of a building, and she's perched upon the very top. Her bare feet hang closer to the ground, but even then they're yards above you. You sigh, sitting on her black pool shoes.
The ground begins to shake with powerful steps. You fall over onto the shoe, helpless as you watch the little girl from earlier run over. The sickening sound of wet skin slapping against dry concrete floods past, forcing you to cower further into the shoe. She begins to speak, her voice a bellowing thunderstorm from the heavens. "Miss Lifeguard lady, can you help me? I dropped my floaty toy into the deep end and I want it back."
You spare a glance at the teen girl. Her feet swing impatiently above, each a threat to your life. "Alright sweetie, I'll help." You grimace as she dismounts the chair, her feet landing to the sides of the shoes. You watch in awe as she moves, more swiftly than anything her size has the right. Her steps head in your direction, as she...
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