This choice: Showed him to her little sister • Go Back... The bag opened. Valerie's massive hand came in and picked up Phil. He was lifted into the air. He looked up at Valerie:
"What are you doing?" He shouted. He had just spent a day in her hot backpack, sweating and pinned the whole time. The Cream colored powder had turned to mud on his moisture-covered face, and now it was caked on his face. Valerie smirked down at him. He heard a snorted chuckle behind him. He turned. Behind him, the shorter (but still enormous to Phil) figure of Valerie’s little sister smiled at him:
"He's funny." She told Valerie. Phil took a step back from this grinning little girl. Valerie spoke up:
"It's Connie's birthday soon, and her pet hamster just died. Mom said I should get her a new pet for her birthday, but I wanted to give her something special. Then I overheard Mrs. Pritey talking about how a boy was coming to school, only he was 2 inches tall! I just had to get it for Connie here." She smiled affectionately at Connie.
Continuing she said, "Mrs. Pritey made it so easy, and now your here." Phil shouted up at her; outraged.
"You'll never get away with this!" Phil shouted. Valerie casually flicked him across her palm with her thumb, knocking him over:
"OH, I think I will. You see, I talked with my friend Kendra about this; she has a tiny brother to, so she knew just what to do. Soon, your squashed remains will be discovered. Kendra volunteered to squash a mouse, and her bother "contributed some clothes, so know one will ever know, Tiny." She smirked at him again. Before he could say anything Connie spoke up:
"Can I have him now, Please Valerie?"
She smiled. "Of course." She eagerly received the tiny teenager from Valerie. Phil looked on in horror as Connie's hands closed around him in a fist.
"Now remember what I told you Connie." Valerie continued, "And I get some time with him once in a while, okay?"
"Okay sis." she said quickly, clearly burning to be off.
Valerie smiled: "Ta ta, Tiny." she sauntered off down the hall. Connie started moving quickly. Phil guessed that she couldn't be older than eight or nine. Connie started to whistle as she, with Phil in hand, set of for... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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