What are you thinking?? You'd better just go back in. You carefully pull the trigger with the shiny rigged end of your finger and shut your eyes--
The same sickening, plummeting feeling hits you and in seconds your feet scrape back over the grass and you're back to normal. The gun is back to full size in your now-normal hands. You shudder at the damp, foot-shaped crevices in the grass left by your giant feet now surrounding you. "This gun is too valuable." you think. Your heart is racing. "I have to hide it."
You run back inside, totally neglecting the paper, and hurry back to your room. When you get up the stairs, you friend Brandon, the friend who's over for a sleepover, is standing there in his boxers with mussed-up blond hair and a shocked look. He must have just gotten up. "Holy crap, was that you who turned giant out there??"
You hide the gun behind your back. "Um--no." you stammer. "You're imagining things."
"But I know I saw--"
"I gotta get dressed." you tell him. You hurry into your room and close the door on him. Looking around frantically, you decide to hide the gun under your bed and drape your covers over the side. Phew. The gun is safe and no one but Brandon suspects anything.
Suddenly, the whole strain of growing and shrinking leaves your really tired all of a sudden. You only mean to rest a minute, but when your head hits the pillow your eyes go heavy and you're fast asleep...
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