My chest was suddenly level with the desk. This was odd. Then I realized that I was sinking into my chair. I pulled myself forward in an attempt to touch the floor, but I almost fell off the chair entirely. Even more peculiarly, one of my shoulders suddenly popped out of the collar of my shirt. I tried to readjust myself, only to realize that my clothes were growing out of proportion. Once again I looked back forward, and this time, my chin was suddenly level with the desk. I started to panic as my over-sized shoes slipped from my feet onto the ground. As my head rapidly sunk into my shirt, I realized what was happening to me. My clothes weren't growing at all. I was shrinking! In a state of fright, I stood up, standing from the collar of my shirt, horrified by the massive pile of clothing beneath me. I stood at my highest, but I continued to shrink further into my clothes. Even standing up, I was no longer level with the desk.
Finally I stopped shrinking, but it definitely took its toll. There I stood, in the nude, standing amongst a pile of enormous clothing, on top of a chair. From my estimation, judging from the remarkable size of my shirt, I must have shrunk to the size of a single inch!
Horrified to find myself in such a vulnerable state, I needed to find something to cover my tiny naked body. I looked up to see my desk, now almost out of reach. Remembering the strange liquid that I consumed earlier, I predicted that the liquid was responsible for shrinking me to a mere inch tall. Out of desperation, trying my best to ignore the fact that I was naked, I tried to climb up onto the desk. It took a lot of strength and agility, but eventually I did. I was overwhelmed by how vast and distant the environment had become. I was awestruck by how large everything had become. My folder was now big enough to host a rugby match!
I looked to my right and saw the massive bottle, with my name written on the tag. I walked towards it. Earlier I was able to hold it in the palm of my hand, but now it was as almost as big as a lighthouse!
I examined the bottle for further inscriptions, hidden from plain view. Unfortunately however, there was no further information other than what was inscribed on the tag, at least from my point of view. I was sure that it was the drink from this bottle that was responsible for shrinking me to such an insignificant size, but from what I could tell, there was no proof, and at that point, it looked like there was no hope of returning to my normal size.
I had to do something. I couldn't just stand there, I needed to find help. I realized that finding help from someone would be no easy task, especially at such a tiny size, but I needed to figure out a way to return to my normal size, and there was no way that I was going to figure it out standing in the middle of a desk in an English classroom. My only hope was to find some help.
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