You face lights up upon seeing Dona. She was the daughter of your dads best friend, so she had known you since the day you were born. You absolutely loved her and she absolutely loved you. Always volunterring to babysit when you were younger and always playing with and taking care of you. But you learned quick in your early days that if you piss her enough enough, well, you'll wish you hadn't. Especially since she joined the military and became a sharpshooter in the navy seals. You still remember the day when your family and hers went with her to the bus to see her off, and she gave you the biggest hug and peck on the cheek with tears welling in her eyes. She was like the big sister that you always wanted. But not THIS big.
Even though this predicament sucked. You couldn't think of anyone better to find you at this size. Being a sharpshooter for the most elite team in America meant that Dona had the eyes and ears of a hawk. If anyone could find you at this size, it was her.
Dona steps into the room, emitting loud deep booms from her tan combat boots.
"Tater Todd?". A nickname that stuck with you as a child... dont ask. "You here?"
You start jumping and yelling like a lunatic, hoping your voice would enter her ears and she would spot you.
"DONAAAAA!!! DOWN HERE!! LOOK DOWN DONA!!!", you holler at the top of your lungs.
You continue to yell and run towards her, always aware that Dona could take a step and smush you into a dude pancake by accident, so you make sure you are running towards the area between her boots.
Meanwhile, Dona had recieved a call from her friends, inviting her out to a bush party tonight. Donna tells them she'll be there by 9, because she wanted to spend some time with here. Because of the call, Dina had thanfully decided to lean against the door frame instead of just looking for you somewhere else, so you time to arrive right below her and start screaming again.
You take a deep breath, crane your neck up so you were looking straight up her colossal body, and let out the biggest scream you couod muster.
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