This choice: He's hung in the closet for time out. • Go Back...Chapter #6Kendra's Brilliant Idea by: Unknown Ms. Prittey raised the tiny boy up in the air by the string tied to his wrists, and then tied the string to a hook on the side of the closet. "You'll be hanging around here until time-out is over," she concluded, and opening the door, walking out and closing the door again. Then she was gone, and Phil was stuck, hanging hundreds of feet in the air by his hands in the darkness.
Ms. Prittey continued her lesson, and the girls all listened, although most of them had their minds on the tiny little boy in the closet. They all wanted to play with him, but they knew that he had to endure his time out before they could even have a chance. Soon he would be let out, they all knew, and they each had their own ideas about what to do with him.
About an hour and a half passed, with the tiny boy hanging there in the darkness, hearing muffled voices from the classroom outside. His arms didn't feel like they'd ever move again, he had been there so long. Finally, he heard a lot of noise and scuffling going on outside his closet prison - he didn't know it but the girls were going to recess. After the noise died down, it was very quiet, but there were still two very muffled voices talking for a while in the room.
Suddenly the door swung open, and blinding bright light filled the closet. Two figures were standing in the doorway, one much taller than the other. The taller one was Ms. Prittey. The shorter one was Kendra.
"Hello Mr. Bemine - I've been discussing with Kendra here what happened earlier, and we both agree that you probably need some more punishment to learn your lesson," enormous Ms. Prittey began. "Since you bothered Kendra's feet, and didn't keep your hands to yourself, I wanted to let Kendra help me decide what further punishment you need. She came up with a brilliant idea," Ms. Prittey then held a white sock with pink pom-poms underneath little dangling Phil, with the opening of the sock wide open below him.
"You're about to find out it feels when someone invades your own personal space," she continued. With that, she took a pair of scissors in her other hand and cut the string, sending tiny Phil plummeting deep into the sweaty, warm sock. He rolled down to the bottom, the sweatiest part, and where Kendra's smelly toes usually were. His wrists were still tied together in the knot of the string. Ms. Prittey handed the sock to Kendra, who was grinning.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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