This choice: "Are you, like, my private tutor? You're so, like, small!" • Go Back...Chapter #6"Are you, like, my private tutor?" by: bobob1   "Are you, like, my private tutor? You're so, like, small!" Melody exclaimed in a voice equally as bubbly as her chest appeared to be. She then bent over, demonstrating her tremendous flexibility as well as giving you a front row ticket to an unprecedented amount of cleavage spilling out of her shirt. Melody grabbed you roughly between her thumb and pointer finger, squishing your stomach slightly from even the small amount of pressure she exerted. You managed to shout up at her despite the slight crushing you were experiencing.
"Yeah! Thats me, my name is Sam. I'm here to help you with whatever school topic you need." You weren't sure what Melody needed help in, but based on the way she spoke and the deep thought she appeared to be in after a simple introduction, it could be anything. A lightbulb appeared to spark into life somewhere in her head as she said down to you,
"Wait a minute! This is, like, so perfect. You're so tiny people barely notice you, right? Like I could have stepped out my front door and squashed you flat without feeling a thing." You didn't like this train of thought already.
"Well, yeah technically yes but please don't do that. I'm here to..."
"Then nobody would tell if i brought you to my history test today! You could hold onto my pencil like a cute little eraser and help me get an A!" You really didn't like this idea on a number of fronts. First of all, you didn't appreciate being compared to a pencil eraser, and second of all this was just ethically wrong. You had never cheated before and didn't plan to any time soon. But looking up at Melody's angelic face you were having a hard time outright rebuking her.
"I mean I guess that would work but I really don't..." Melody squished your body instantly in her fist as she threw her hands up in the air in excitement, shutting you up before you could voice any concerns.
"Sweet! Like, thanks so much, little guy!" Melody ran inside quickly up to her room, unzipping her backpack. "Okay, Steve, or uh Scooter, whatever it is, this is going to work out perfectly. I'll just put you in my backpack and take you out when I get to my test in a few hours, sound good?!" Not even giving you a moment to respond she threw you into the front zipper of her backpack, squashing you slightly against a few pens and pencils. You desperately wished you could shout up to her that you were a person, not a school supply! You hated being stuck somewhere dark and bored for hours almost as much as you hated being squashed. The number of hours you had spent in your mom's purse or underwear drawer was nearly too high to count, and being in Melody's backpack felt pretty similar.
The next few hours went by painstakingly slowly. The only thing that gave you some sort of solace was mentally reviewing all of the history you knew in preparation for this test. Despite your moral qualms about the whole ordeal, you had never gotten a bad grade before and you didn't plan on it now. You heard Melody walking around her room, giggling, listening to music, just doing all sorts of normal ditzy girl stuff. You would have much preferred to be out there, even risking being squashed, but there was nothing you could do at the moment. After what felt like an eternity though you felt your dark prison get lifted up and slung over Melody's shoulder. She began walking happily towards her test, stoked that she had her little ace in the hole.
Upon arriving at the test Melody finally unzipped her backpack, blinding you with the sudden transition from pure darkness to classroom lighting. She crudely grabbed you in her left hand, and took out a #2 pencil in her right hand. You looked over at the pencil and your heart sunk. The eraser end was absolutely COVERED in teeth marks. You obviously deduced that Melody must have a nervous habit of chewing on her pencil... in the exact spot that she proceeded to place you on. She wrapped your arms around the end of the pencil and squashed them slightly together to make sure you didn't fall off. Satisfied with her work, Melody shot you a quick wink and placed you on the table. At that moment her professor strolled down the aisle, handing Melody the test and shaking her head, knowing with certainty that the ditzy cheerleader would fail yet again. Quickly, Melody wrote her name and began the test.
You felt your body fly through the air, attached to the pencil like a cheap toy, as Melody hovered your face above question #1. It read, "Who was the first president of the United States? A) George Washington B) George Jefferson C) George of the Jungle D) George Clooney" You mentally facepalmed at how ridiculously elementary this test was before Melody brought you up to her face. From your perspective you saw that your cheerleader friend had begun to nervously sweat, evidently stumped by question one. She stared at your face and you whispered, "A" as clearly as you could. A smile spread on Melody's face as she marked down the letter A. It was clear that this test wouldn't be a problem for you.
Melody, on the other hand, was still nervous. Every question completely confused her and despite the help of her little friend, she couldn't help but begin to nervously fidget. She began to tap her left hand's fingers repeatedly, as well scratch her head. Around question 6 you felt yourself be lifted up, this time not towards her eyes, but towards her mouth! You tried to shout up to her, not too loudly so you would be noticed, but simultaneously not so quiet that you would end up mindlessly chomped on! Are you successful?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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