Clinging on to the disgusting girl's hand, Jack was terrified when he realized that she was going back for another wipe. He heard the girl inhale sharply and the sound of her piles of snot shoot back up in. Her hand approached her nose, and Jack began holding the girl's finger even stronger. "What the hell, how can she not feel me?!" Jack yelled. But that did nothing other than to express his anger. The girl dragged her finger on her nose once more, this time from left to right. When Jack hit her left nostril, more of her snot smeared on him, causing him to weaken his grip on her finger. Consequently, when the girl moved over to the right, Jack hit another dump of snot, and this time was caught. His back, caught by the right half of the inside of the girl's nose, snugged Jack off and he began dangling. The sticky substance at his back nearly made him throw up. "Oh my god," he said. "Oh my god! Get me off! Help!" Jack cried. But the girl couldn't hear him. Instead, she instinctively snorted again, dragging Jack all the way inside and sending him straight into a massive collection of mucus.
"Ew, Sarah, quit it, that's disgusting," a girl sitting near this girl said. Sarah looked over. "Sorry," she sniffled. They went back to class, Sarah not suspecting whatsoever that she had just sent a bug-sized person into her nasty nose.
"Ahh!" Jack screamed. His entire body was encased with a thick, rubbery paste. It allowed him room to move his body, but kept him from going anywhere. It was as if Jack was stuck in Jello. The girl's resisted breathing washed over him, and he gagged. The warmth of both that and the snot he was stuck in was utterly horrifying. "This," Jack said, "is arguably the most disgusting thing I've ever been through. How can it get worse than this?". Sarah snorted again, and snot that was dripping out of her nose came in, blasting Jack in the face. "*Gargle* AHHHH!". Jack quickly spit out the nasty fluid and tried to get himself to throw up. The easiest way he could have done that was by shoving one of his fingers down his throat, but both hands were still encased in goo and even if they weren't, there was no way in hell Jack was putting one of those things down his throat after being in contact with snot. Sarah snorted again.
*SNRRK*
More snot fell onto Jack. He wanted to cry. If he did cry, Jack felt that he would cry mucus, there was so much on him. After experiencing several different intervals of Sarah snorting her snot back into him, Jack finally experienced a moment of bliss. No snorting. The snot glob he was stuck in slowly began to slide down the nose, Sarah's slimy nose hairs wiping on Jack on the way down. "Oh shit..." Jack moaned. But he stopped. With prior evidence to support his theory, Jack predicted he knew what was going to happen. And he was right.
*SNRRK*
Sarah shot him back up her nose, to the brink of falling into her throat. Jack screamed as he was on the very edge of the back of Sarah's nasal passages, drifting back and forth, being threatened to fall down her throat any second. He struggled to get out of the snot, and managed to get one of his feet free, but that was it. Jack looked back once more. He saw the opening and closing of Sarah's bronchial branch. He certainly did not want to fall down in there. As much as Jack didn't want to die, the idea he disliked even more was getting caught in this girl's lung and killing them both. Luckily, that wasn't going to happen, as the light entering from Sarah's nostrils became blocked, and Jack became encased in darkness. "Why's she covering her nose?" Jack thought. He was about to find out.
Why did Sarah cover her nose?
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