Chapter #5I'm Smaller by: BeeJay   "Freaky deaky," Quinn said.
"You think?" I asked. "All of a sudden, Taylor and I are the same size!"
"I don't think it was all that sudden," Taylor said. "Most likely, whatever this is happened gradually, and we just didn't notice until now."
That made sense; and it brought back all the little annoyances I'd been brushing off for the past few weeks.
"Let's worry about this later," Taylor said. "Right now, there's a game, and we've got a part to play."
Nodding, the three of us headed out to the field.
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Taking my mind off of my situation sounded a lot simpler than it actually was. Every time I jumped, my clothes shifted, reminding me all over again.
After the game, Jesse caught me before we left the field. "Great game, Staci," he said, bending over to kiss me. "You were great out there." He looked me over. "You must be tired; you're slouching."
"Let's talk some other time," I replied, and went back to the locker room.
After showering and drying off, I got back together with Taylor and Quinn. "I hear it was a good game," I said.
"We crushed them," Quinn said. "40-13."
I shook my head. "I wish I'd been there."
"You've got something on your mind," Taylor said. "That's all. Let's go somewhere where we can figure this out."
"Dad, Allie, and Libbie are out of town for the weekend," I said.
"Okay, then."
I drove the girls, after adjusting the driver's seat forward.
Once we were at my house, I grabbed Dad's tape measure, and we went up to my room. There, I kicked off my shoes (depressingly easy), and stood against the wall.
Quinn measured me. "How tall are you supposed to be, again?" they asked.
"Five-eight," I replied. "What's the tape say?"
"Five-five." They hit the button, rewinding the tape. "But hey: I've heard that people get smaller as the day goes by."
"I don't think they get three inches smaller, Quinn," Taylor said. "This is serious. I've been doing some thinking. What's the only out-of-the-ordinary thing that's happened to you recently? I mean, besides finding out that you've gotten smaller?"
I closed my eyes and turned my face to the ceiling, groaning. "The accident."
"Exactly. Dollars to donuts, that's what's causing this. Call your folks; I think you need help."
I shook my head. "I'm not ready for that. Not yet. Who knows? Maybe this will... undo itself."
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