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Chapter #3
Taxi for one?
by: Unknown
(You'll have to proceed carefully with this route. Grabbing onto a moving shoe many times larger than you is going to be tough, it's going to rely mainly on luck.)
Thinking carefully about your next move you look sideways at your classmates, stretching their titanic legs as they warm up for running. The sound of rubber soles squeaking against the gym floor echos in your mind as it bounces off the barren walls. You can't get over how BIG everything looks to you. Your former friends, and some enemies, could quite easily crush your tiny form and chances are, they wouldn't even know it.
You picture yourself helplessly flailing your arms at the titans and then disappearing under a school regulation sneaker, only for the foot to shift revealing a small red mark where you were. The thought sends such a chill down your spine that you can't help but shudder. Supposing you SURVIVED that.... there's no way you'd survive the carnage of the dodgeball that was to follow the laps.
No you needed to get one of these giant's attention and fast.
Your jaw closes as you're brought out of your daydreaming by your giant gym teacher blowing a deafening whistle to signify that the class best be quiet. Your previously calm mind now starts racing as the muttering dies down and the massive teens begin to get in the prone position at the starting line.
Squinting off to the god-like teens you focus on the two nearest to you... Smiling slightly you MIGHT have a shot after all...
You see your friend Trini at the lane closest, the normally petite asian had forgotten her gym sneakers so the teacher was forcing her to run in her black socks. You were familiar with this protocol, many a gym class had been spent in just your socks, you never were responsible. Her silky dark hair sways in front of her titanic face as she gets ready to run.
To Trini's left you see a blonde giantess, Maria. Now, maria was a bit ditzy, the girl living up to the very stereotype of blondes, but she was basically a good person. Your eyes fall to her feet, where you see she's got her sneakers on but, as usual, they weren't tied properly. Instead She kind of has them tucked in, but the ends fall over the side, brushing against the dusty gym floor slightly.
You have time before the teacher starts the laps to choose one of these potential saviors. Would it be easier to cling to a giant sock? Closer to the ground but not so secure. Or perhaps you'd try the dangling laces of the sneaker? It'd be harder to pull off but you could secure yourself easier.
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