Bailey grabbed you up by the nape of your neck, the same as a mother cat would do to their kitten when misbehaving. You nearly threw up as her saliva dripped down your body.
"Ew, haven't you heard of a mint or toothpaste?" you ask Bailey.
"Oh, you think that was bad?" she asks you. "Wait until you see where I put you next."
Puzzled, you look around to see exactly what Bailey could be talking about, only to see that she has now taken her right foot out of her grey flat. You look back at her smiling face and now know where your next destination is.
"There is no way that I am going in there," you tell her, shaking your head.
"You seem to think that there is a choice in the matter here," Bailey says to you, lowering you to the ground and dropping you into her shoe.
Gazing at her foot coming into contact with the flat, you run to the tip of the shoe to avoid being flattened underneath. Bailey's badly chipped toenails were just inches from your face as she rested her foot into the flat. The rancid and sour smell mitigating from the mixture of the flat and her feet was so atrocious that your eyes begin to burn and you start gagging uncontrollably.
"Hey," you hear a voice say. "Are you still alive in there? I can't feel you wriggling around."
Bailey tilts her foot back, hoping to feel you slide underneath. You try frantically to grab onto something to prevent your demise, but it is of no use. Your body slides down the insole, landing underneath her big toe. You make a mistake by reaching up and grabbing her toe to avoid her squishing you.
"There you are!" Bailey says, feeling you push against one of her toes.
Bailey hears the bell ring, indicating that her first-period class is almost over.
"Okay little guy," she tells you. "We have a long day ahead of us. I can't promise that I can keep you alive in there, so if I were you I would hang on tight."
With that, Bailey flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and headed out of the bathroom, back to class. The journey for you was rough. You were bouncing around her toe more than popcorn in a microwave, trying to avoid being smashed into a bloody pulp under her toe. Bailey returned to her seat, careful not to take her feet out of her shoes just yet. After several more minutes, another bell rang, signaling the end of class. Bailey grabbed her bookbag and headed out of the room to her next class....................
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