Sarah is a childhood friend of yours. Your mother was best friends with her mother, which lead to you visiting each other regularly and being forced to spend a lot of time together. This somehow blossomed into a strong friendship that still stands today. By now you have grown into very different people. If you didn’t have this history together, you probably wouldn’t even consider talking to each other.
The twenty year old dark brunette looks behind her, her blue eyes staring into yours.
“Are you coming?” Sarah says.
“Oh? Sure...” You say.
You shake your head out of memory lane, and catch up with Sarah, who is waiting at the park entrance. She had called you, asking to meet up. Seeing as the weather was good, you agreed to go for a walk. There is no doubt in your mind, as to why she wanted to see you. Sarah studies law at Hycenster University. Her final exam week has just ended, and you are sure that little bookworm is here to gloat about her success.
You both enter the park, walking on a sandy colored gravel road, which leads through the wide open grass with solitary trees spread about, a favorite spot for picnickers. Part of you regrets not bringing a basket.
“You seemed a bit lost in your head there.” Sarah says.
“Oh, yeah sorry about that.” You say.
“No, don’t worry. I’m just… wondering what you’re thinking about, you know. Give me a little peek into that busy head of yours.”
“Ah, it’s nothing, was just thinking about you.”
Sarah’s pretty blue eyes widen and her face turns red.
“Listen.” She says. “I really like you as a friend, you’re like a brother to me.”
In turn, your eyes widen and you can feel your face go red.
“Woah, no, no, no! That’s not what I meant!” You stutter. “I was thinking back on how we became friends.”
Sarah’s face cools off and she smiles. “How can I forget, you breaking all my dolls.”
You smile back awkwardly. “Well, we were playing Godzilla.”
Both of you laugh.
“Do you think we’d become friends if we met now?” You ask.
Sarah frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, we’re… two very different people. You’re like a very regular girl, going to parties and dressing pretty basic.”
She interrupts. “Sorry, basic?”
“Yeah, you’re wearing blue jeans, a white shirt and a brown jacket and boots. That’s a copy paste wardrobe.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not gonna take style advice from someone like you.” She says with a raised eyebrow and sarcastic voice. “I agree we’re very different. I grew up, and you’re still that immature little kid. I’m sure we wouldn’t get along if we met now, ‘cause you’re a loser with shit social skills.”
Beneath the sarcastic tone you felt there was some honesty. Afraid you’ve actually pissed her off you try and change the subject.
“Uhh, well, let’s stop talking about who’s the loser, and start talking about who’s the winner. How did your exam go?”
Sarah knows exactly what you’re trying to do, but fails to keep up the judgmental look. She smiles at your charmingly blunt switch from insulting her, to brownnosing. The girl folds her fingers into each other and stretches her arms over her head.
“First of my class on every single test.” She says, with a smug grin on her face.
“Liar, there has someone who beat you in at least one test.”
Sarah’s face contorts in to what is pretty much a pout. “Well there was one guy, who also got all answers correct on a test.”
You smirk. “Meaning at least one person is tied with you.”
Sarah groans. “On one test...”
You smile at her, realizing this was pretty much how every conversation went between the two of you. Bickering like brother and sister. Sarah smiles back, before hearing a text notification. She reaches in to her purse (which is the same ‘basic’ brown as her jacket and boots) and pulls out her phone. While she checks her messages, you wait with her. Both of you standing still in the middle of the path. As you look around, you notice there really aren’t many people out in the park today. A sudden chill runs down your spine and you turn to look at Sarah, whose eyes are still locked to her screen. You feel like something bad is about to happen, but you don’t know what, until…
...your vision turns black.
You wake up, only a second later, lying on the uncomfortable ground. You look up at Sarah, who’s standing over you, still looking at her phone. How did she not notice you fall down in front of her? Is she texting for an ambulance? Looking up at her, you feel weird, as if there is a lot of distance to her face.
“Sarah?” You mumble, but she doesn’t respond.
You turn around and push yourself up off the rocks, which have the same sandy color as the gravel path. Getting up, you take a quick look to your left and right, seeing how far the path stretches. Your heart sinks and you look behind you. You can hardly believe it. Your childhood friend towers over you like a colossus, even the tip of her boot dwarfs you. You scream in terror at the sight of what is pretty much a normal young woman, falling onto your back in shock.
You mutter to yourself as the realization sets in. “N-No way. I… I shrunk…”
Sarah doesn’t seem to have noticed you’re gone yet, still scrolling her thumb across her screen. She shifts one of her boots back, making terrifying crunching sounds against the gravel. You realize how dangerous your size is, and know you’re going to need her help if you want to survive this. On the other hand, Sarah is also the biggest threat to your life.
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