This choice: Miss Blake, she hasn't changed. • Go Back...Chapter #6Another Growth Spurt by: Neon   ...Miss Blake, looking unchanged in the face but radically different in size. In fact, you rub your eyes repeatedly to make sure you were seeing things correctly. As you had deep down suspected, they werem't lying to you; your teacher had more than doubled in size within those few moments. Her face pleads with you, but all you can do is stare dumbfounded at her, letting the instructions drift to the floor. Had you failed her in perfecting that solution, or was the growth inevitale and this was Miss Blake's last ditch effort of some kind? Overwhelming guilt washes over you, even though a niche in the back of your mind pointed at the woman herself. But you aren't even positive that she did do this to herself, were you?
Soon enough the situation was out of both pairs of hands. You start to put together a theory on why the clothes were still retaining their size along with her as she suddenly experiences yet another growth spurt, and this one sends her head plowing through the ceiling as if it were made of cotton candy instead of sheetrock. She seems relatively unharmed except for the pain that was caused by her rearranging structure. Each burst is relatively quick, though, but this one has been the worst of all. Your biologist mentor is now over thirty feet in height, with body size in ratio with that. Having once stood at about 5'10" or 5'11", she leaves her prior stature (and your current one) dwarfed by comparison.
You gulp; a harsh rock that hurts your throat. Her panic has only grown more feverish, and she calls out to you in despiar:
"Ant, something's wrong! I knew there would be adverse effects on my body structure, but nothing like this!" her voice muffled.
"Well, let's get to the bottom of this; how did this happen to you," you ask, trying to stay calm for her benefit.
"This isn't the time, just help me again. On the back of those instructions it details another possible antidote that I've written up in case this happened. "Quick, leaf through and find it!" She demands, tightening her fingers' grip on the crumbling room.
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