Light floods into your little glass prison. Walking from what little sleep you managed, you open your eyes to see a massive wall of naked flesh. Craning your neck and looking straight up, you still a face far, far above. It's not Ms. Laney, and it's look right down at you. You wave your arms and scream for attention, cursing your decision to shrink to a thirty-second of an inch. Despite your size, it seems you still managed to get some attention, as the sky filled with the mystery person's hand.
With eyes half-shut, Emily trudged into the bathroom. She turned the light on and began to undress for her morning shower. As she began to run the warm water, her morning breath became too much to handle. Getting up from the tub, she dragged her way over to the sink. A little glass ball near the edge of the sink caught her eye. It looked like one of her mother's necklaces, but she never left them out...
The hand wrapped firmly around the prison. You were shoved roughly against the walls as the giant lifted it through the air. The fingers around you unwrapped, revealing a massive green eye staring right at you. You struggle to get up, but before you have a chance to even shout, the necklace is being put on. You drop past the red ponytails and slender face, settling down on a nearly flat chest. Similar hair color, recognizable facial features, and not much of a chest to speak of? This had to be on of Ms. Laney's daughters! Probably the oldest one... Emma or something.
Emily can't help but put the necklace on. Watching the mirror as the glass orb settles between the small mounds on her chest, she can't help but feel giddy. She looks just as adult as her mom. With a cute little squeak, Emily spins around in joy. She's totally going to take this to school with her. Her mom won't even miss it; she has dozens of other necklaces she can wear.
The world begins to spin, and not gently. Forced against the walls, again, you can only watch in horror as the little gold chain that holds the bulb to it's lid begins to bend and snap. If Emmaline or whatever doesn't stop spinning, you'll be flung about the room into who-knows-what.
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