"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to make our conversation awkward." Shaye mumbled, looking defeated.
Without hesitating, you rushed closer to the girl and soothingly rubbed her arm. "Shaye, you did no such thing, seriously." You watched as the girl tensed at your touch, then seemed to ease a bit, a semblance of a smile returning to her pretty face.
"Thanks, Allegra. You...always know just what to sa--oh shit!" Shaye's eyes snapped open wide, and she bolted upright in bed, her arms flying up in panic. "I have a class! And an exam! Oh god, how did I almost forget?!?" Shaye cried with alarm, stumbling off her bed and running over to her dresser to put on some socks, then to her closet to grab some shoes. Afterwards, she picked up her backpack from the floor by her bed, and turned towards the rumpled sheets of her mattress caused by her panicked movements.
"Sorry for leaving so soon, Allegra! And for, uh, maybe getting you lost in my blanket! God, I'm sorry." Shaye winced. "But this exam...Jesus, mom is gonna kill me for forgetting!" Shaye ran a hand through her hair. "I'll see you later, Allegra!" She shouted, before dashing out of her room, sprinting past a startled Inez and Sloane, and all the way out to her car.
Once in her car, she tossed her backpack onto the passenger seat, gunned the engine, and roared down the street to Weston University as fast as she possibly could without being pulled over.
And all the while, you, trapped in her backpack, trundled along for the ride too.
Having literally been touching Shaye the moment she'd had her frantic reaction to remembering her class exam, the giantess' arm had slammed into your body, knocking the wind out of your lungs before you could even think about screaming, and sending you flying through the air. Your flight had been short, though, as you'd quickly found yourself launched right into Shaye's unzipped backpack, whereupon your inch-tall form easily crumpled its way into the deepest depths, buried under paperwork, textbooks, a calculator, and a fidget toy.
You'd then tried to yell for Shaye, but in her haste she jostled her backpack around too much for her to hear you, let alone for you to gather your strength enough to let out a loud enough cry. You just kept getting smashed deeper into the darkness of her backpack, and it dawned on you with some level of exhausting realization that you could be trapped in this backpack for hours, or even days, until Shaye next emptied it, with how thoroughly you were mashed into its depths.
And so you remained little more than a tucked-away, accidentally abducted passenger as your cousin's girlfriend's daughter dragged you off the college with her. Definitely not how you'd thought you'd spend your day, least of all with someone as usually-careful as Shaye being around, but accidents were simply a fact of life for tinies like yourself. And you couldn't really do much about it but groan and hope for the best.
And yet 'the best' seemed to escape your grasp as it so often did, as as soon as Shaye reached Weston, picked up her backpack, and began sprinting to her class, you noticed some as discomforting as it was horrifying. A sliver of light was touching your eye, but in the depths of the black-and-red-haired college girl's backpack, it couldn't be from the opening. It could only be from a hole.
Eyes wide, a faint scream escaping your smushed lips, you were ultimately helpless as Shaye's fast jogging pace and shuffling backpack contents jostled and shimmied you into the perfect position to finally slip right out of the microscopic hole in the bottom of her backpack, and you were left to tumble through the open air, until you came to a rough, scraping landing on the sidewalk.
Instantly, you reformed and were on your feet, and you let out the loudest scream imaginable for Shaye's help...but it was useless. Even had she been on top of you, she probably wouldn't have heard you due to how panicked and distracted she was. But Shaye was already thirty feet away and counting, her lithe, athletically-inclined body pushing her onward to her exam at breakneck pace.
She was gone, and you were officially lost at Weston University. You didn't know what class she would be in to find her, nor did you have any experience navigating the campus. You hadn't been in college in twenty-ish years, after all. The landscape of Weston was completely foreign to you, geographically speaking.
Culturally speaking, you knew a bit more, but none of it was good. You knew the dean, Penelope Graham, was an infamous CTC supporter who openly encouraged mistreatment of tinies. You knew of the extremely popular anti-tiny sorority, Omega Gamma Phi. And you'd heard horror stories through online forums about how pretty much any indecency towards tinies could be enacted on college grounds, and the perpetrator would get off scot-free thanks to how horribly biased the whole place was.
There was a single bright spot, though, which was the Holly Grounds coffee shop, a coffee shop that actually was a safe haven for tinies. You'd visited it a few times, and it was an amazing place that served as a reminder of the goodness in humanity that still shined, even in the face of the CTC. It was...somewhere nearby, you knew that much. Was it worth running there for help?
You began to feel yourself locking up, some of your lifelong decision paralysis coming back to bite you. It was a frequent sore spot between you and Inez, your older cousin berating you for taking so long to make decisions that they'd sometimes be made for you.
1) You eventually decide to make a run for the Holly Grounds coffee shop, knowing you'll be safe if you can just make it there.
2) You eventually decide finding Shaye is the best course of action, so you follow the path she took to the nearest lecture building, and just hope you find her in a class somewhere inside.
3) Your decision is made for you, as you're suddenly splattered under the dirt-stained cleat of a girl running to make it to her soccer practice. The girl is very similar in appearance to Shaye, though her hair is dark-chocolate-colored, and her name is Riley Jacobs.
4) Your decision is made for you, as you're suddenly cornered by two frightening-looking sorority girls from OGP. Both girls are full-figured and voluptuous, edging past 'overweight' and into 'thicc' territory. One girl has short black hair, and the other is a frizzy redhead, and their names (respectively) are Ivy Green and Orla McCarthy.
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