You take a deep breath, enjoying your last moments safe from the rushing wind on the other side of the bag. You know what you have to do, but you’re unsure if you can.
You’ve never been an expert climber, but you give it your all and start climbing up the zipper of the backpack. It bounces around after each step but you manage to keep hold on your climb.
As you scale the massive zipper you hear her voice as she talks to her friend. It’s so soft and pretty, and yet at your size, so incredibly loud it shakes your world almost as much as her own movement.
You hear something about her wanting to head over to friends house this afternoon. You just hope that she can somehow be of help to getting you back to normal size.
Finally, you’re all the way on the top of the red bag. You see the cluttered halls around you, full of faces you remember and those you didn’t care to talk to. The owner of the backpack you’re on seems to be a bit shorter than average by your view, but if anything that’s a little better.
You turn around and see as her golden flowing hair sways gently. You can only imagine what the front side of her looks like.
Suddenly, the ground beneath you turns quickly as she heads her way...
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