Though getting his meal and finding an available seat for himself was challenging, Derek got through this crowded lunch period well and was soon onto his next class. For the following period, he was paired up with Mrs. Johnson once again. In her classroom, the little assistant climbed up onto her desk without a problem and waved to the teacher. "Good afternoon, Derek," the blonde teacher smiled. "Nice to see you. We'll be going over the same material from this morning, so feel free to continue with your approach from this morning." After receiving those directions from the teacher, Derek remained at his seat on her desk until the class had filled in. Once they had, the little guy hopped off and started to walk around as the lecture began.
It wasn't long into this second to last class period before the tiny assistant ran into some trouble. As he was walking through one of the aisles, a student dropped their pen a little ways in front of him. Derek continued to walk as if nothing had happened, unconcerned with the dropped utensil. As he was walking past, however, Derek paused. The student's foot crept out from under the desk and headed his way. Presumably, this was to retrieve the pen, and so yet again Derek took little notice of it. Unfortunately, with his guard let down, the little guy was unprepared to react when the student's foot loomed over him and slammed down.
*CRUNCH*
*SLIDE*
Heaving as the air left his lungs, Derek was left in shock beneath this high school student's tennis shoe. His body narrowly missed a piece of gum stuck beneath the rubber sole of the shoe. Nonetheless, Derek was in pain as the student dragged him along back under their desk. When they had satisfactorily pulled in their pen, and Derek by extension, the student raised their foot and reached down to grab the pen. Derek, lying on his back, was unable to move out of the way in time. Instead of grabbing their pen, the student ended up grabbing Derek and pulling him up to their midsection. Once at the student's lap, Derek was able to find out who it was that had mistaken him for their pen. Above him stared down a girl, looking to be around 17 or 18, with short black hair, light skin, and blue eyes. She sniffed as she noticed that what she had grabbed wasn't her pen. "What the hell?" the girl whispered. She raised Derek up to her desk and flattened him against her notebook. "What are you? Are you a person?" Keeping her hand pinned atop of Derek, the high school student surveyed the little guy.
"Yes, I am. I'm this class's assistant. I was walking around observing if anyone needed help and you mistakenly pulled me in with your foot. I apologize, I was a little too close to your pen," Derek explained. The girl lightened the pressure she put on Derek, but she still kept him beneath your hand. "Dude, you're super small," she said. "I mean, I didn't think a person could get that small. You're like the size of my eraser." Suddenly, Derek lowered from the girl's vision. Confused, the black-haired student raised her hand and found the little guy smaller than before. "Whoa!" she exclaimed quietly. Sniffing again as her stuffy nose impeded her, the girl grabbed Derek. "You're so weird, little man. I think you and I are gonna get along. My name's Victoria." Derek writhed in Victoria's white hand as she handled him. "Nice to meet you, Victoria," he wheezed, "I'm Mr. Bates. Would you mind letting go? You're holding on a little too tight." Instead of loosening her grip on Derek, Victoria raised her hand closer to her face. She spoke again with a grin. "Dude, you have got to come with me to practice. I've got to show you to my team," Victoria said. Derek grimaced as her warm breath washed over him. Having just come from lunch, Victoria's breath was none too fresh. Forced to inhale the girl's off breath, Derek coughed before speaking. "I can't, I'm afraid. I have some staff activities to attend to," he explained. Victoria rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she sniffed, "I'll just have to keep you, then. Don't worry, once I show you to my team you should be good to go." Not allowing another word out of Derek, the black-haired girl balled him up. "Now that I think of it, you could help me with something too. Clean my nose since you're that small. You can literally go right up inside, that's so cool." Derek wasn't able to scream as the girl kept him covered while shooting him up her left nostril.
*SPLURCH*
Stuffed squarely into a glob of the girl's snot, Derek struggled to surface out of it. Thankfully, he was able to get his head out of the thick mucus and begin to breathe. Coughing up heaps of the glob, the disgusted employee shook his head to regain his bearings before trying anything.
Now stuck inside of this high school student's snotty nose, what happens to Derek?
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