You peak into Mrs. Truman's room... No one. Down the hall... No one yet again. With a little whistle and a hop in your step you waltz into the empty room and close the door behind you. It's a small room, around thirty desks or so littering the room. You go to where you used to sit in the class, right next to the teacher's desk, where she always removed her shoes and draped her bare feet across the floor. Her nails were always painted up in pretty colors, always bright.
You sigh and rest the shrink ray on the desk, sitting back. Ah.... Memories.....
Just then you sneeze! You try to cover your mouth in time, but when doing so, know the gun on the floor.
Everything goes white.
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You blink. You look at the floor, and then up at the desk. You blink again. You've shrunk, and judging from the size, the gun didn't shrink with you!! You judge yourself to be around two inches, and before you can think about anything else, the door opens.
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