You could see that the other boys’ knees barely reached the tops of your ankles. In front, and basically below you was Jimmy, who had previously been a foot taller than you.
You thought little about what might have caused this, for your mind was filled with excited shock. Looking down, you could tell that you could easily place your foot on top of any boy you pleased. They could not escape. You were in control.
You crouched down, surrounding Jimmy with your shade. You could tell he was urinating through his clothes. He looked up at you with wide eyes, and shook vigorously. Although you and Jimmy had previously been somewhat friends, he no longer seemed to have any worth to you. He was small, and you were big. You pulled your hand down and flicked him into the pavement. He lay motionless, and you knew he was dead.
In your peripheral vision you notice Greg trying to run away. Without any effort, you grab his tiny body, which begins to wriggle in your hands. You have fun fumbling him around in your hand as he tries to escape from you. Eventually you get bored and stand up, holding him by one leg. Like Jimmy before him, Greg began to urinate. You begin to swing him back and forth, adding to his misery. After a moment you toss the tiny boy into mouth and begin to chew. You notice Sam, a kid you never got along with, and spat Greg’s remains onto him. Sam looks at himself in utter horror.
What is next for Sam?
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