"Are you passing notes in my class?" Ms. Prittey demanded. Kendra was confused; she was doing something wrong, but it wasn't passing notes. Then she realized that Ms. Prittey was yelling at a different Kendra, and hadn't even noticed what she was doing. Kendra smiled, and once again lifted her foot over Phil. She curled her toes around his head, and yanked him again out of his desk. This time, though, Kendra used her toes to shove the little student into her shoe. She then put her foot in, and began attacking him with her toes.
Phil was very tired from all that Kendra was doing, but when he was in her shoe he realized he'd had enough. He managed to get up, and started pushing back against her toes. Phil hit them, scratched them, and pulled at the fabric of Kendra's socks. Unfortunately, at just under 3 inches tall, this was an exercise in complete futility. Kendra overpowered him easily, using just her toes, and forced him down under her foot.
When class ended, Ms. Prittey left the room, and called out behind her "someone make sure Phil gets to where he is supposed to be." Kendra pulled her foot out, and Phil managed to sneak his head out of Kendra's shoe. "Did you hear," Phil called up," someone has to get me to my next class." Kendra smiled and said "that wasn't what she said. Ms. Prittey said someone has to get you to where you're supposed to be." She then lowered her head down to the boy and said "honey, you already are exactly where you're SUPPOSED to be." Kendra then shoved her foot back into her shoe, forcing Phil all the way in. It was off to her next class.
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