Kara’s hand swoops down, and swats you off the table, toward the bag, this can’t be how it ends, right? Swept in to a trash bag and thrown away? Luckily, you were correct, as you flew atraight past the bag, and plummeted down below. As you brace for impact, you hit what you thought was the floor, but it was soft, and squishy. You open your eyes, and notice you’ve landed on a cushion for one of the chairs. So, you have a second chance at this. This may be difficult, as you are now lower than before, but it’s better than being taken out with the trash. You stay there for a while. Kara comes around doing chores, you fail to grab her attention, repeat. This went on for a few hours you’d want to say. Kara had finally finished the chores she’d been assigned. So she walked over to the little girl and knelt down.
“Hey Alice, I’m all done with my work, and you’re dad is still not home. Do you want to play a game?” Said Kara. It was sweet how nice she was to the little girl, as it was a great sight. Both of them being cute girls, but different descriptions of cute. Although, at your small size it was hard to put away how towering and big they were
The little girl, or Alice, you guess, jumped up with joy, and said she’d be right back. Kara waited patiently, as you watched from your chair. Alice came running back down, holding what looked like a board game. Just then, Kara speaks up.
“Okay Alice, let’s go sit at the table.”
Wait, the table? Oh crap! It’s now or never! But it was far too late. You turn around, and are met with the horrific sight of…
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