With one big leap I jump off the giant stool. I aim the for the leg of the table and my hands catch on on of the little holes. The impact is rough, but I hold on. With ease I am able to climb up to the top of the table. There is a large plastic Rubbermaid filled with dirt and food scraps and labeled 'Decomposition - 1'. I can also see worms inside. There is also a box of tissues on the table and a pile of droppers. As students start filing into class, I decide to hide for the time being and slip behind the box of tissues. I know I have to be careful about getting help unless I want to end up in the wrong hands or create a panic. It will be best if I can contact someone I know. Rachel and I are in this classroom together during the last period of the day. She wouldn't freak out the way some people would after seeing a inch tall teen, and I trust her to help me.
I watch as a sophomore I only knew by sight sits in the chair I had just occupied. She is a cheerleader with a pretty face, bright blue eyes, and platinum blonde hair. After the lecture starts the girl absent mindedly digs at the dirt with her pencil, clearly bored. She pulls out a squirming worm. With a mischievous grin she leans to the boy sitting next to her and whispers, "Do you dare me to swallow this worm?"
"You would not?!" He raises an eyebrow in a challenge.
"Wana bet." The pretty girl throws her head back and opens her mouth. She lets the worm dangle off her fingers for a second before dropping it in. With gulp she swallows the worm, sticking out her tongue to show the boy she had really done it. I realize at my size the girl could swallow me whole, a pretty terrifying thought.
"Dude, I can't believe you actually swallowed it," he whispers, giving her a quite high five.
The lecture continues on, the girl still did not really pay attention. She doodles in her notebook until the lecture is over and the class has time to work on their assignment. With scraping of chairs the students stand up to make observations of the conditions of each Rubbermaid. As the pretty cheerleader stands up, she accidentally spills her pencil pouch. A pile of eraser tops cascades down over me. "Oops, I'm always so clumsy," she mutters as she picks everything up. She reaches for the pile of erasers and...
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