That's right -- this bus is going to pick up the elementary kids. You shudder. You're not sure that this is a good thing. You can't be more than half an inch tall -- tiny, so tiny you will have a hard time being seen. You are going to need help, but can you trust a kid to help you? Especially since my clothes have gone missing.
Your thoughts are shelved as the bus rumbles to a stop. You watch the front as the doors open, and suddenly, the largest creature you've ever seen strides into view.
The enormous little girl stretches into the sky. She yawns, and flops into a seat a few rows ahead of you. She's followed by a couple boys, who pass you, shaking the ground with each step as they head toward the back of the bus.
A few stops later, and the seat above you gets a couple occupants. Two enormous boys settle down, the seat groaning with the strain of holding them. They look to be second- or third-graders, you think. You see one of them drop a school bag on the floor. You could approach them, you suppose, though all you can see of them is two pairs of battered tennis shoes, and some jeans.
At the next stop, you get another option. A fourth- or fifth-grade girl sits down in the seat behind yours. You actually get a good look at her -- she's wearing a skirt and Mary Janes. She's vaguely staring out the window, but she's set her lunch bag on the floor.
You have a couple options, the way you see it. You could try to get into the boy's backpack -- it's sitting right there. Or you could try to climb into the girl's lunch.
Then again, more kids are always coming. You'd better be careful.
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