The skyscraper-sized teacher was Dylan's only hope, and he decided that the only way to get her attention was to jump around the seat, trying to find his way out of the massive clothes.
Ms. Brooks picked up the shirt that once had fit Dylan's body. Her face showed a confused and concerned look. She looked down and saw his tiny, bug-like body.
"Jeez, I told them that I needed that bug problem fixed," she said as she walked over to her desk.
Dylan swallowed. This wasn't good. He screamed and shouted, but it had no effect. She came over with a napkin in her hand. This was his last chance to get her to notice him.
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