You head towards the boy, with his short-cropped brown hair. He is wearing a blue and gold sports jersey and black basketball shorts with white stripes running down the side. His tanned legs end in some black Vans with blue edging. You can't see any socks, but he might just be wearing now-show ankle socks.
As you approach his long, athletic legs, you look up and notice that he is shifting his knees back and forth restlessly. You can also see several pieces of blue, white, and turquoise gum stuck underneath the desk, way above your head. You reach his left foot and stop about 10 feet (from your perspective) away from it. Your gaze travels past the white rubber rims and up the ankle all the way up to his knee, peeking out from under his baggy shorts.
"Great," you mutter to yourself, "now what do I do?"
You have to get his attention somehow, you need help getting back to normal after all. Only...would this boy help you? Would you even be able to get his attention at this size? Would anyone even be able to help you get back to normal even if they wanted to?
You shake your head. No use fretting over it right now, you'll cross those bridges when you get there. Yelling won't do any good, you're sure of that. So either you climb his shoe, wait for something to happen, or look around for someone else to contact...
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