Looking around you realized you were in your own bedroom, and glancing towards your window you realized it was the next day. Shit, where am I gonna take Brittany? How am I even going to get to Brittany! Shit fuck! What do I do? You decided to try and get off of the bed and possibly get some help, and so you began to make your way to the edge. After a few minutes of hiking you reached it but soon realized how tall the drop actually was. Dammit, how am I gonna get down now? Looking to the right you saw a large portion of your blanket had fallen off the bed and was spread out on the floor, which gave me an idea. Maybe I could use the blanket as a giant slide to make it to the ground! It didn't look too steep, and so far it was my best hope. Screw it, what do I have to loose? Heading towards the giant blanket slide you began to rethink your decision, but your luck began to spike as you tripped on a fold in the sheets and began hurdling headfirst down the blanket.
Your chest began to heat up from the friction as you were sent flying downwards but became less intense as the ground neared. Tumbling from the blanket onto the hardwood floor, you sat up and checked your chest to see if youd gotten burned at all. Seeing it was mostly okay, you became giddy.
"That was awesome!" you yelled from the roof-tops, or, desk-tops. Floor-tops? Fuck, you were a speck. Realizing the need to get help, you headed to your bedroom door. After what seemed like a half-hour venture you reached the bottom of the door and found that you were just small enough to slide underneath. Crawling out, you were greeted by the hallway and realized just how small you actually were. It would take hours to reach the end, days maybe! There had to be another way! Thinking for a second, you realized there were other more favorable options. Your mother's room to the left, my older sister Maya's room straight ahead, and my younger sister Kailey's room to the right of Maya's. Only question is, who do I go to?
Kailey's only 13, and a brat at that. She may not even agree to help. Maya on the other hand might help, but she's been holding a grudge ever since you left bud in her car. That left your mother, but you were afraid she'd just throw you in a box and bring you to the hospital where they'd have to experiment with you assuming there's no cure for shrinkage, I mean there's no cure right? The thought of getting poked and prodded by needles made you shudder, but it seemed more appealing than possibly dying.
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