𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 - 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤
Ms. Larson rushes into her sixth period classroom running behind schedule, adjusting the straps of her dress before standing at the front of the room. She glances over at the class, then claps her hands together.
Ms. Larson: (firmly, commanding attention) "Alright, everyone, settle down. Let’s get started."
Liz Harrington and Maddie Wells exchange a quick look. Both roll their eyes in unison as they gaze at Ms. Larson's outfit—tight, overly skimpy, and completely inappropriate for teaching.
Maddie: (whispering, incredulous) "Can you believe what she’s wearing?"
Liz shifts in her seat, throwing a subtle disdainful glance at Ms. Larson’s attire.
Liz Harrington: (under her breath, shaking her head) "Oh, I can’t stand it. She looks like such a SLUT!"
Suddenly, Ms. Larson’s sharp voice cuts through the air. Overhearing Liz’s comment, she turns toward them, narrowing her eyes.
Ms. Larson: (snapping, stern) "Is there a problem, girls?"
Liz and Maddie freeze with embarrassment, sinking back into their seats, avoiding eye contact with the teacher.
Ms. Larson: (in a scolding manner) "Liz, I want to see you after class."
[Shortly after class ends, Ms. Larson still furious and offended, sends Liz to the Principal's Office]
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠- 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
[Later that Tuesday afternoon, in Principal Walker's Office]
The artificial glow of a florescent lighting flickers against Principal Walker's dark wooden desk. The room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the security system and the distant tick of a clock. Principal Walker, a professional woman in her late forties with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor, adjusts her reading glasses as she flips through paperwork. Her tired eyes flicking up as the door creaks open.
Liz Harrington steps inside, her athletic shoes squeaking against the polished tile floor. She shuts the door behind her with deliberate ease, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. The air between them thickens with an unspoken tension.
Principal Walker: "What are you doing in here, young lady? School hours ended long ago."
Liz doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she tilts her head, a sly grin creeping onto her lips as she reaches into her purse. Principal Walker watches with suspicion, her fingers instinctively tightening around the edge of her desk.
Liz Harrington: "Oh, I just had a little issue with the dress code, Principal Walker."
She pulls her hand out, pinching something between her fingers. Walker’s breath catches as her eyes go wide with shock.
There, dangling helplessly in Liz’s grasp, is Ms. Larson shrunken to a mere three inches tall. The young English teacher flails wildly, her tiny legs swinging in panic, her high-pitched, unintelligible squeaks barely audible. Principal Walker pushes herself up from her chair, eyes locked on the impossibility before her.
Liz Harrington: "You let teachers walk around dressed like this? Honestly, it's a little... inappropriate, don’t you think?"
She dangles the tiny woman in front of Principal Walker’s wide, disbelieving eyes. Ms. Larson’s voice is nothing but high-pitched gibberish, tiny incomprehensible squeaks to Principal Walker’s ears.
Principal Walker: (whispering, breathless) "This... this isn't possible..."
Liz only grins, her amusement clear as she casually flicks her wrist, sending Ms. Larson tumbling back into her purse. The tiny teacher lands with a soft thud, her tiny cries muffled by the walls of the bag. Principal Walker gasps with concern as she hears Ms. Larson’s tiny squeaky voice completely muted as Liz SNAPS the purse shut.
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 - 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥
Principal Walker: (bewildered, flushed with red)
“My god… ”
Then, in one smooth motion Liz lowers the purse to her side, and pulls out the Pocket Nano—a sleek, futuristic device with a single glowing button. The way she holds it, the way she aims it directly at Principal Walker, it’s clear she’s done this before.
Liz Harrington: (soft, menacing, with a playful edge)
"Guess what? You're next."
Liz absolutely loves to watch the shrinking process, seeing someone go from their normal size to inches in a matter of seconds. Eagerly, she rushes quickly around the desk, and hovers directly over the principal's chair. Standing tall, she watches with pure satisfaction as Principal Walker shrinks down. The once-intimidating authority figure becoming so incredibly small. She laughably stands up in an attempt to preserve her dominance, only making her look more adorable to Liz as she continues to shrink down.
Principal Walker: (panicked, frantic) "What do you think you are doing to me! You're going to be in so much trouble, young lady!"
Her powerful voice quickly reducing to teeny, squeaky, incomprehensible sounds.
Holding up the pocket nano, it reads "Resizing Complete."
Liz Harrington: (grinning, whispering to herself) "Ahh, flawless!"
A smirk plays on her lips as she admires the device’s dependable functionality. She kisses the Pocket Nano like it’s her most treasured possession.
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥-𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕒𝕝
There, in the office chair, Principal Walker is barely visible—a teeny, insignificant, minuscule thing. Liz lets out a giggle as she sees the tiny woman jumping in place and waving her arms frantically, attempting to communicate. Her tiny, squeaky screams are nothing more than button-sized peeps. Liz leans in, amused.
Liz Harrington: (surprised, glancing at the Pocket Nano’s settings) "Ooops! I must’ve had the shrinking power set too high… Oh well!"
She sticks out her index finger, positioning it before the terrified, trembling little woman.
Liz Harrington: (cooing, teasing) "Go ahead, don't be shy. Grab on!"
Principal Walker hesitates, her facial expression contorted with fear. She stares at the enormous finger before her, skittish, shaking her tiny head. But she has no choice. After a few hesitant steps, she wraps her arms—frail and absurdly tiny—around Liz’s index finger, holding on tightly. Liz lets out a soft coo as she feels the barely noticeable but oddly delightful pressure of the tiny hands gripping her skin.
Liz Harrington: (astounded, cooing) "Awww, you’re so teeny tiny!"
She lifts her hand slowly, feeling Principal Walker clinging for dear life. As Liz raises her finger higher, Principal Walker’s grip starts to slip. Her tiny legs dangle, kicking in the air as she struggles to wrap them around Liz’s finger. Liz giggles softly, watching her tiny, frantic efforts.
Liz Harrington: (giggling, teasing) "Now, I’ve shrunken people to around two inches before… but you—you must be no taller than an inch and a half, Ms. Walker!"
She lifts the incredibly small woman to eye level. She then twirls her finger slightly, making Principal Walker let out a tiny, panicked squeak. Liz just smiles, already thinking of all the fun she’s going to have with her newest, tiniest acquisition.
Liz Harrington: (biting her lip, eyes gleaming) "You’re like an exotic pet now… My exotic little pet, hehe!"
[Moments later in the school's library]
Maddie, studious as ever, sits hunched over a textbook, scribbling notes. Her brows furrow in concentration—until the peace is interrupted by the rhythmic, obnoxious chewing of bubble gum. Liz Harrington struts into the library, a mischievous grin curling on her lips. She chews loudly, popping a bubble before letting it snap back onto her lips. Maddie, without looking up, smirks. She knows this energy. This is Liz-up-to-no-good energy.
Maddie: (playful, teasing) "Oh gawd, what did you do this time?"
Liz doesn’t say a word—just grins wider. Then, slowly, dramatically, she pulls something from her bag. Maddie’s eyes go wide for a half-second, and then she bursts into laughter.
Maddie: (gasping, through giggles) "LIZ! You SHRUNK Principal Walker!"
Liz dangles Principal Walker in front of Maddie’s face, letting her tiny legs kick helplessly in the air.
Liz Harrington: (mocking, blowing a bubble) "She’s not the most attractive woman I’ve shrunken… I'm actually kinda already bored with her. What should I do with her?"
Liz's bubble explodes, fragments of gum clinging to Liz’s lips before she casually sucks them back in. Maddie’s eyes sparkle with a thought. A wonderful, wicked thought. She leans in close, lips just by Liz’s ear, and whispers. Liz’s smirk grows into something even more devious. She quickly packs up her bag and exits the library.
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 - 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤
Liz steps out into the cool evening air, the library’s warmth fading behind her. In her hand, she holds Principal Walker—shrunken, squirming, helpless. The tiny woman kicks and wriggles, but Liz’s grip is firm. The back of the school is quiet, deserted—nothing but a few dimly flickering streetlights and a brick wall speckled with old, discarded gum.
Liz Harrington: (CHOMP. SMACK.) "Perfect"
With a smirk, Liz rolls her tongue around the piece of gum she’s been chewing all this time—soft, sticky, perfect. Then, with a sharp ptooey, she spits the wad into her palm and kneads it between her fingers. Principal Walker’s eyes go wide.
Principal Walker: (panicked, squeaking) "Wh-what are you DOING?!"
Liz doesn’t answer. She presses the wad of gum against the rough brick wall—right between a few old, fossilized pieces from other students over the years. Then, with precise, almost playful care, she plasters the principal's tiny, struggling body into the sticky mass. Principal Walker shrieks as the gum molds around her, cementing her in place. She flails, trying to pry herself free, but the gum holds tight, stretching with her tiny, futile movements.
Liz steps back, wiping her fingers off on her jeans, her eyes dancing with amusement. Principal Walker is now just another speck stuck to the wall, along with the other discarded wads of gum. Liz lets out a delighted laugh.
Liz Harrington: (grinning, triumphant) "Finder’s keepers."
She turns, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she saunters off, giggling softly to herself. Behind her, Walker’s tiny little screams rise into the air, unnoticed.
Principal Walker: (desperate, high-pitched) "WAIT! WAIT! You can’t just LEAVE ME HERE!"
Its so fun!! 🫶
