Needless to say, it didn't take long for little ol' me to become the center of the class's attention, and i soon had large hands reaching for me from all directions. I cowered in the pile of garments that had once fit me perfectly.
"Don't touch her!" a loud voice boomed.
The crowd parted, and I saw the teacher, putting on a pair of rubber gloves. "If she were to sneeze while one of you had her in your hands," he explained, "there'd be no way to protect you from exposure to the virus." His gloves safely in place, he picked me up, some of my clothes covering me, and led me to his desk.
Once at his desk, he sat me down. "My brother-in-law got infected a week ago," he told me. "An inch is the smallest you can get; so the next time you sneeze, you can either get smaller or you'll grow. Your doctor will be able to tell you more."
The professor asked everyone to leave, while he saw to arranging my enormous clothes. The best I could do with clothes was a makeshift dress, and the teacher let everyone in.
"Go through her things," the teacher said, "see if you can find her schedule."
With my schedule in hand, one student was put in charge of carrying me to my next class. They were given rubber gloves for the purpose, and my clothes were stuffed into a bag for carrying.
And so my first day of school went, with me being carried around by whomever had my next class. The tickle in my nose returned, and I now knew it could be hours before I sneezed again.
Finally, as I was waiting for Mom to pick me up, the sneeze came.
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