He frowned, what could he be making that? Curiously he stood and craned his neck so he could see the clock on the wall. It was 11 when he shrank himself. Now the clock read 8:30. There was a loud bang as the front doors of the school opened followed by the chatter of students. The floor shook so much that he could barely stand. This was it.
Jon's heart leaped in his chest. The owner of this runner would be wanting to put it on whether he occupied it or not.
'Good. I want to touched by such gigantic flesh....'
Jon shook his head. Why wasn't he thinking straight? If got that close he'd be good as dead. It was as though desires he'd locked away were now almost beyond his ability to keep in check. He saw Students walk by the runners. A mixture of Arthros and humans. Some chatted and laughed while others busied themselves getting ready for class.
He thought he saw a student he knew walk by. He tried to cry out, his words were too small to be heard. A shadow fell over him. Instinctively he knew, and looked up to see...
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