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A tiny boy in an all girl school. What challenges will he face? You decide.
This choice: She's putting him in time out...  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Strung up

    by: Unknown
Ms. Prittey walk briskly toward the closet door, but before she went all the way in she turned around. "Now I want everyone to behave while I'm in here - no monkey business, okay?"

"Yes Ms. Prittey," many of the girls called back.

"Okay, good," she finishied, as she went into the dark closet and shut the door.

Phil was very frightened at this point - it was quite dark in the closet, and his eyes didn't adjust as well as giant Mrs. Prittey's. His teacher was holding him very roughly between her fingers and he was already bruised and battered from his few seconds rolled around under the foot of that girl, Kendra. He was far too small for his injuries to be seen, however, and his teacher was unknowingly squeezing him too hard.

"I'm putting you in time out, for the rest of the morning. I know it's strict, but you're going to have to learn how things work around here." Mrs. Prittey said. Phil felt himself being dumped out into her enormous palm. "Stand up and hold your hands up in the air. You're going to learn to keep your hands to yourself." she demanded.

Phil struggled to get to his feet, but finally managed to. He reluctantly held his hands up in the air, which the giant teacher immediately pinched between her fingers. It hurt! At first he thought this was the extent of his punishment - pinching his hands for not keeping them to himself - but then he felt the floor that was her palm lift away from him, and he was left there, dangling in the air from his hands. There was a lot of stress on his wrists. Suddenly, in the darkness, he felt something wrapping again and again around his wrists, getting tighter and tighter. Eventually it was so tight that his hands were released from her pinching fingers, and he hung there swinging by the thing wrapped around his wrist. It was string.

"There we go..." Ms. Prittey smirked. "Perfect..." she continued.

You have the following choices:

1. He spends time out as an earring.

2. He's hung in the closet for time out.

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