This choice: Heather shrinks everyone in the school • Go Back...Chapter #5Queen of the School by: Lelouch   Looking away from the microbe that desecrated her sacred palm Heather focused once more on the size gun's dials, fiddling around with the settings. Currently it was set to Grow someone to the maximum possible size as slow as possible. "Wow, you were so close Edna. If I didn't smack this thing away from you I might be a bug at your feet. Ha!" She sneered at the absurd thought. "As if." Gently the evil girl's fingers fiddled with the device's settings. First things first, set it to shrink. Lest she make the same mistake her microscopic loser made. Second, the speed of shrinking. It was now set to instant.
"Now to test it..." Heather looked around until she found a trashcan against the wall of lockers. "Perfect." She grinned and fired. True to what the dial said, the locker was gone in an instant. Now just another speck of dirt hidden alongside the other specks on the ground. Heather knelt down to try to find it but it was no use. It was too small to stand out from any other speck on the floor. Heck, it was probably smaller than anything she could see.
"Maybe it's too small..." The girl thought to herself, "I can't do this if I can't even see the people..." Her fingers gently nudged the size setting as she took another practice shot at a water fountain. A split-second passed before there was naught but a hole in the wall where a fountain once stood. Though clashing against the ruined wall was a single white flake, less than half the size of one of Heather's nails. It only stood out because of the harsh grey brick hole left behind by the fountain. Yet for whatever reason Heather's eyes followed it until it fell to the ground and broke apart. Sure enough, at a closer glance it was the fountain. The girl smirked once again, "Perfect."
One last thing though. Heather looked at her palm. Despite her moving her hand about the one speck blemishing her skin was still there. It took a moment but soon Heather realized why and laughed yet again. "Aww, is poor little Edna stuck to big ol Heather's hand?" The shrunken girl was so tiny so was stuck to Heather via her natural body oils. Or perhaps the shrunken girl was so small she was literally trapped in one of the wrinkles of her palm? Either way didn't matter, Edna's fate was none of Heather's concern. A Queen such as herself had no business thinking about such lesser beings as her.
"Time to get started..." Heather started heading to her classroom, hips swaying confidently as she began her plan.
She walked in. No knocking. No attempting to hide her tardiness. The girl walked in as if she owned the classroom. Even for her it was pretty ballsy, though no one put it past her.
"You are late Miss Miles." The teacher sounded none too pleased.
"Deal with it." She retorted.
For a moment the teacher just stared at her, dumbfounded. "Now you listen here-"
"No, you listen to me." Heather pointed the gun at him.
A gasp filled the room as everyone grew scared.
"M-Ms. Miles that's a gun. You can't-"
"Now I can." She motioned the gun through the room, "All of you get in a corner!"
Not wanting to be shot, everyone, teacher included, complied.
"Good."
And Heather fired.
Everyone bunched together in a corner like that was the perfect target. Just like she wanted, the whole class vanished in an instant. She knew where they all went and casually walked over. She relished each second. Imagining what her victims were experiencing. What were the soft stomps of her sandals against the floor were Earth-shattering quakes. The gentle sways of her hips and hair was high level winds. Her very existence blotting out the world around them as she stood above them as their superior. Heather rested her hands on her hips, sneering down at what looked like a collection of tiny, multi-colored pebbles. Bigger than the microbe that was Edna, but not even an inch high. Heather glared down at them, feeling all the power she had over their lives.
"You're all coming with me." The giantess knelt down, swiping her hand along the ground and rounding up most of the tinies in one fell swoop. The second swoop got the rest. "And in my purse you go." Her fingers dumped the horde of people into the vastness of her purse. "Be thankful I emptied a pocket for you little ants...Now time for the next class..."
And so the process began again. One by one classes were rounded up into a corner, tricked that it was a real gun Heather wielded, and they shrank and joined the others in her purse. In no time a hallway was cleared, than a floor, than before she knew it all that was left was the principal's office. Much like every other room she invaded, Heather walked in as if she owned it. Not even so much as a courtesy knock.
"Excuse me? Ms. Miles what are you doing here?"
Heather glared at the woman seated behind her lavish desk. Principal Kari Lindley. In this entire school she was the one who rivaled Heather for looks. Kari held the mature look only a woman could have, though her features were distinctly young. Her long brown hair laid against her shoulders as two mis-matched eyes stared questioningly at Heather. Her body wasn't as developed as Heather's. She was shorter, had smaller breasts and smaller curves. Yet her face and body just seemed attractive in their own unique way. She was the perfect balance between a young woman and a mature adult. And she pissed Heather right off. The bugs she spent the last hour shrinking compared her to this? She wasn't even worth kissing the bottom of Heather's sandals.
"Excuse me, I asked you a question Ms. Miles. I understand you are a beloved member of our student body but even for you I will not tolerate such blatant disregard for th-"
Heather fired. No warning, no words, she just blasted the principal into yet another speck on the floor.
Like all the others Heather walked to the newly shrunken principal and stood proudly over her. "There's going to be some changes around here." Then the girl raised her head and walked to the famed principal's desk. A high-quality desk decorated with top of the line materials and specially imported alongside a thick cushioned chair that resembled a throne more than anything else. Heather sat herself in the chair and smiled. It felt right. This was a seat reserved for the best in the school. The person in charge of it all. Her. She owned this school now. She kicked the seat a few feet away from the desk and stretched her legs. Vaguely she caught sight of the puny principal Lindley heading towards her. She chuckled and proceeded to ignore her.
The diva reached into her purse for the hundreds she had shrunken and pulled them all out, laying them out on the floor before her chair. Seeing them altogether, Heather had to stifle another laugh. Altogether this school had approximately 1,000 students. Right now the entire student body couldn't even fill the space between her and her new desk. It would take but four or five stomps and they would almost all be gone. It was little more than a horde of specks at her feet. A surprisingly noisy horde too. Separate their voices were nothing but together their panicking cries of "How" and "Why were actually ear-grating. Were being the key word.
A single lazy but firm stomp on Heather's part shut everyone up. Almost regally the girl rested an arm on the armrest and leaned her chin on it, slipping a foot from her sandal and crossing it over her leg, directly over many of her shrunken subjects. "I bet you specks are all wondering what happened aren't you? Why I shrank you down?" Heather awaited no answer, "Do I need a reason? Does a Queen need any reason to make herself stand out more from the common rabble? I shrank you because you all deserve it, and most of all. Because I deserve it. I've always been better than all of you, it's only recently that I've been able to gain the power to show you."
Heather grinned, "Get used to it ants. From now on I'm your superior. Your owner. Your master. Your Queen. Your Goddess." Her toes scrunched above the shrunken people, "And you will all spend the rest of your lives worshiping me like the Goddess I am."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Lelouch (UN: tinylelouch at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Spiral-and-Twist has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author