Class was about ten minutes away from starting, the early birds would be arriving to the classroom soon. Ms. Solar communicated her plan to her tiny student. "Blake I need to hide you, but I need to keep you close by at the same time. So... You're just going to have to trust me here, alright?" Ms. Solar was Blake's favorite teacher, he was confident he could trust her, and gave her a nod. "Good" she said.
Ms. Solar lowered her hand closer to the floor. Blake was confused, if she wanted to hide him surely it should be somewhere elevated. But when he looked up at Ms. Solar's warm, smiling face he felt... safe. he just sat back and trusted his teacher entirely. But then her hand started to tilt. Blake begain to slide on this new incline created by har palm. He fell downwards, but his landing was cushioned by something with a noteable, but not really bad, aroma.
Blake looked at his surroundings. Leather walls raised up all around him, and a roofed area lied in front of him. "Oh no." he thought to himself. For he had just realised that his teacher had slipped off her shoe when he wasn't looking and dropped him inside. He looked up, back to the smiling face of his teacher. "Sorry, Blake. But this is really the best place for me to put you right now. I promise I'll put most of my weight on my other foot. Oh, and I know you can't take notes in there, but try to pay attention to class so you aren't too far behind tomorrow." "Wait, Ms. Solar! What abou-" Blake was cut short as he saw his teacher's foot approach him from above. He was on his back right now, and crawled backwards at the sight of the huge toes. Ms. Solar slipped her right foot into her pump without feeling much resistence from her little student. Blake was pushed further into the shoe, and ended up between the front of his teacher's foot and her toetips. The smell from before was amplified tenfold, though it still wasn't particularly bad. Satisfied with how Blake fit in her shoe, Ms. Solar returned to getting ready for class. The students began to come in and sit at their desks, and the bell soon rang. Ms. Solar began her lesson, hoping her passenger in her shoe would still be paying attention. Blake was currently...
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