There was no way he was going to stay inside the pocket of that girl. No way. May's favorite hobby was to torment him, and she hardly ever needed to make things physical for that, but at this size? Hell, she could drown him on her spit, shove him up her nose, put him on her used socks,
or throw him in the garbage. He needed to find a way out of this situation.
He waited until he heard the sound of Miss Miller, the math teacher, talking, and began to wriggle out of May's pocket. After some time, his head popped out of the jeans and he could give a look at his surroundings. His captor was leaning on the table, probably doing some exercises that the teacher had passed. At his size, he knew that jumping from the chair would at least result in a broken pair of legs for him, but he realized that maybe he could be able to slide to the floor holding on to the chair leg.
After wiggling some more, he grabbed May's jeans and slowly moved out of her pocket. Making sure she wouldn't notice, he climbed his way down through her waist and held on to the chair's leg. He gave a look at his surroundings and noticed that everyone was quiet...
"Fuck! We had a test today!" He said.
Mrs. Miller was walking around the class, her hands on her back, watching them. She was in her early 30s and had long, curly, blonde hair, dressed in loose jeans pants, a white t-shirt, a brown coat, and black flats. Maybe, if he was able to go down to the floor, he would be able to catch her attention, or from someone else that was in the class!
Quickly, he slides down the chair's leg and reaches the floor. Giving one victory cry to his gigantic bully, who no one was able to hear, he faces his options for help...