You bounce around in an old backpack for what seams hours. After being shrunk down to just a couple of inches you where immediately placed in the bag and carried away. The Frat brother carrying the bag obviously forgot about what it was like being so tiny. Every step rocked your environment as the frat brother walked through campus. Finally the shaking stopped. The bumpy ride left your stomach feeling a little quezzy but you where fine other then that.
As you stand up in the bottom of the pitch black back pack you hear someone talking. The voice was muffled but defiantly female. She was saying something about going to a mall, or going to a ball. “Ahh whatever,” you think as you start moving again. You figure in a matter of minutes you will arrive at Omega house.
Just then the bag is unzipped and you are momenteraly blinded by a ray of bright sunlight.
“Hey dude,” you hear a male voice whisper. It was the frat brother that put you in the backpack earlier you notice as your vision slowly returns.
“We’re just making a quick pit stop at the mall,” he told you softly. “Then I’ll drop you at the Sorority House,” he adds before zipping up the old backpack.
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