Carla, being the most disagreeable of all the students, didn’t take too kindly to being told what to do by someone she considered a social reject. She was scared like everyone else, but her pride kept her from listening to Creepie. Strutting over to the multicolored haired girl, she poked her rudely in the chest and told her. “Why should we listen to you Creature? Just cause you’re a freak, doesn’t mean we should do what you say. We should just find the teach and get him to help us.”

Several people loudly agreed with Carla, Melanie being the loudest. Creepie shook her head at her classmate’s stubbornness, considering for a second to leave the other students behind and enjoy her new bug size. However, at that moment the ground started to shake and booming footsteps drew closer to the shrunken students. Everyone looked up, several screaming in horror at the sight of their five hundred-foot teacher stomping into the room. His head swerved from side to side in search of the missing half of the class. He looked down, looking directly at the mass of shrunken pre-teens bellow him. Everyone, but Creepie, cried out in joy at seeing that their teacher had noticed them. Creepie was silent though because she knew what was coming next and it wasn’t a rescue.

“Bugs!” The teacher hissed and took a step back from the perceived infestation at his feet. Sneering down at his tiny students, he lifted his foot up and brought it down right next to them in an attempt to crush them all. The students screamed again this time in terror. As one, they ran away from Dr. Papas, finding safety under one of the many displayes. Creepie sighed and strangely enough, gave a small, chuckle. She’d always wondered what it felt like to be nearly squished by a giant shoe and now she knew. Looking around, she saw all the students were accounted for. It was lucky for them that Dr, Papas had such bad aim or most of them would have been stains on the bottom of his sole. Calmly, she walked towards Carla and Melanie, who were huddled together, trembling like little babies.

“You two ready to follow me?” Creepie sweetly asked and got no complaints from either girl. They had just learned what it was like to be at the very bottom of the food chain. A chilling experience for them, but to Creepie a dream come true. She was a bug like she had always dreamed. A tiny, crawling, squishable bug. She could finally look her brothers in the eyes. She could finally hug her own mother. She could finally do all the bug things she had never been able to do. She reminded herself to go crawling through the garbage with her brothers later on because now, she had to help the tiny human’s that were with her.

“Come on, last one to my house gets eaten by a frog,” Creepie giggled, while everyone else went pale at the thought of being eaten. The group headed towards a small hole in the wall that would lead them outside, there, Creepie had a pretty good idea how they were going to get home. She had been raised as a bug, so she knew how tiny creatures could get around safely.



“Like, oh my God, that was horrible!” Melanie whined for the hundredth time as she and the rest of the tiny students crawled under the Dweezwald mansion front door. Creepie glared at the prissy, priming girl, wishing she would of fallen off during their ride and been put out of her misery. Their method of travel had been to grab hold of a passerby’s shoe and ride it towards the house. During the ride, the class had stayed tucked away in one of the folds in the person’s sock. Now, they all smelled like feet and sweat, much to Melanie’s horror.

“Listen everyone,” Creepie called out, making everyone stop in his or her tracks. “I want you to be on your best behavior. My family is very territorial and if you don’t show them the proper respect, well, you might not like the end result.”

“Forget about us being nice, what about them? Won’t they stomp us the second were spotted?” Carla had gotten over her scare at the museum and was back to undermining Creepie. She didn’t care how Creepie had helped her and the other students, to her, Creepie would always be a freak and an outcast.

“Trust me, their will be no stomping.” The class wasn’t that reassured, but Creepie didn’t care. She was so excited to show her family that she was just like them, a creepy, crawly bug.