You fell from the top of the shoe into the sole, as the enormous girl slid the shoe back with her foot, never even looking down as she slid her foot into the light blue flat, while barking, "Don't call me that, jerkwad." She knocked you half a dozen feet into the shoe with her middle toe, and you had just enough sense to crawled and ran and struggled on further, until you found yourself in the very tip of the shoe, with her middle toe to your left and her second toe to your right. You clung to a stitch, trying not to slide back under the ball of her foot; it wasn't easy, as each step was like an earthquake as the girl stomped to the car. And there was no respite once she got in; she was tapping the foot impatiently, waiting for her brother.
Finally, she settles, and you feel the rumble of the car as it roars to life. Now, with a bit of rest, you have a chance to move a bit. You figure that you need to get on top of her foot, so you don't get squashed. Carefully, you move into the gap between her toes.
You're amazed that a young teen could have feet that smelled so bad. You suppose the scent, like everything else, is magnified. You find a bit of rough skin, and climb up until you're able to crawl out onto the webbing of her toes. You breathe heavily; that wasn't easy. And you've climbed up less than an inch.
The vibration of the car stops, and you brace yourself, hoping that you won't fall. The girl steps out of the car, and walks toward the school.
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