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 enormous 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 thunderous voice boomed, and I felt the ground shaking.
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 scooped me up out of my clothes, and carried me to his desk.
Once we were at his desk, he set me down on top of it; then, grabbing a tissue with one hand, he opened a drawer and took out a pair of scissors with the other. "My brother-in-law got the bug a week ago," he told me. "One inch is as small as you'll get; so, the next time you sneeze, you'll grow, possibly back to normal. Your doctor will be able to tell you more."
His work with the scissors finished, he set before me a crude tunic.Since it was better than the nothing I now had on, I took it.
"Go through her things," the teacher said, "and 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. The feeling of being stretched, and the tissue tunic ripping and falling off, told me that my teacher was right, and I was growing.