Your mom and sister are yakking on their phones too as you head out the front door and see the grass stalks are eight feet high like bamboo. "What gives?" you frown having to fight your way through the green poles to get to the sidewalk.
The sidewalk is still there, but totally wrong. One way it's getting wider, and the other way it's getting smaller. "What the hell?" you call Paris again. She answers her phone still confused.
"I'm outside, but I still don't see your house, I think..." she is sounding confused when a shadow falls over you as big as a blimp.
"Paris!? Look down!" you yell at your phone.
"Don't yell... Wait... What?" Paris is well over a hundred feet tall looking at you
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