"It's an honour." they says, almost in unison.
"I know." she says proudly.
She looks at me and smiles mischievously. She snaps her fingers and you stand up against you're will. You come closer. You hear her voice in your head "You enjoy what I did?"
Absolutely not, you think. What did you do to them. Why they don't remember me?
"But they remember you. Of course you. They know who you are. Mine."
"They say I don't go to this school."
"Pet don't go to school."
You stay silent, having no idea what can you possibly say in this situation.
"It's really degrading for you to call them your friends, you know. For you to think you could be anywhere near their level. Let alone mine!!! I'll make sure you never forget it."
Her voice disappears. Boys don't seem to care about your little conversation. She turns her attention on them. You feel strange powerful energy in the room. Energy you can't explain. You look as your "friends" become muscular, the outlines of 6-packs visible through their shirts. Their legs and arms seem to get stronger with each passing second. They look like men in teen dramas your sister used to watch. You see them grow taller. The guys who once were your friends, now dwarf you with their muscular form and height of 6'6.
You can't possibly match them. And they know it.
You feel you can move again. You sign in relief.
"Daniel, go and take my stuff to classroom 145." The floor trembles as he goes back to the classroom. Soon he come back. Her school bag looks comically small in his hand. The ground shakes as Daniel runs across the hall.
"Jack. Take him, we're going home." You look terrified as he
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