This choice: Stay put, you can't risk getting squished! • Go Back...Chapter #4Abandoned Soccer Practice by: Icarus You decide that there is no way in hell you're going to approach her while she's practicing. Your sister isn't exactly a soccer star or anything, but your size coupled with those cleats means her feet are fine-tuned weapons of mass destruction that you must avoid at all costs, especially with a soccer ball and a goal nearby.
You were already near the goal, thankfully, so you make a beeline for that. You run through the grass, shoving aside the large blades that block your path at every step of the way. Thankfully, you're not so small that the grass acts more like trees, shoving them out of the way is pretty easy.
It takes you longer than you're proud of to reach the post of the goal. Even though the world is massive now, you're still struggling with the concept of how far some small distances are now. You shuffle around the back side of the monolithic white pillar so that you are one hundred percent safe from any surprise incoming soccer balls.
You have no idea how long Samantha was practicing while you were knocked out, but after about twenty minutes, she finally goes inside. She left the ball and the goalpost you set up outside. Well, whatever. Not like you can exactly pick up after her. You decide to head inside as well, but the task of making it across the yard seemed absolutely daunting. Yet that didn't stop you. You were on a mission. You would get your little sister's attention and help.
So you marched your way home. You pushed through blades of grass and ignored the sounds of nearby bugs to get home. Now a little more accustomed to the distance, it actually felt like it took less time than you expected to get home. You slipped through a crack in the sliding glass door as it wasn't closed all the way, and into your condo. The air conditioning in the room felt lovely, you were honestly pretty sweaty from your trek.
After the air conditioning, however, the first thing you noticed when getting inside was a terrible smell. It reeked of sweat and mud. Your first thought was that it was you! But you quickly realized that wasn't the case at all. To your right, sitting by the door, were Samantha's humongous abandoned cleats. They stunk to high heavens of sweat and feet. Once you get back to normal size, you are going to make her buy new cleats, these are disgusting. You pinch your nose and get as far away from the terrible-smelling cleats as you can. You head for the main hall, where thankfully Samantha's room is actually the closest to the back door. Some luck, finally.
Before not too long, you find yourself squeezing under the crack to Samantha's room. Her room is honestly pretty messy, but you had no idea how much worse it looks from the point of view from the floor. Walking past immense discarded items of clothing makes it feel like you have little place to go, other than what the mess allows.
Samantha's sitting on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone. You had hoped you had taken long enough getting inside that she would have showered and changed by now, but unlucky for you, she's still wearing her soccer uniform. After being near her cleats, you were most of afraid of the damp, dingy orange knee-high socks she was wearing as part of her uniform. But with her feet on the ground, and not moving all that much, it might be the best way to get her attention.
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