Chapter 2: Big Time

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I tripped over my ginormous shirt a few times while trying to fight the massive waves of blankets and pillows and stuffed toys.

How on earth could I be so tiny? I thought helplessly. How did this happen to me?

"Somebody, help me!" I squeaked, jumping up and down desperately while crawling over to Cami.

The other girls seemed so far away now that I was this small. It was like I was hitchhiking, but instead of mountains, they were ginormous friends.

I finally made it to Laura's left arm. I felt so tiny and puny now, compared to the world around me.

This shirt is way too heavy for me. I can't walk around in nothing though.

I pushed Laura's arm to try and wake her up, but I didn't succeed. Her arm was too heavy for my tiny height.

"Somebody, please help me!" I squeaked helplessly as I sat next to Laura's gigantic hand. "Anyone! Please!"

Cami stirred suddenly and unexpectedly started to get smaller and smaller.

Her head sunk beneath her pajamas and blanket until I couldn't even see her anymore.

As I started to make my way over to the tiny Cami, I heard her scream. Her voice sounded even higher than mine now.

A moment later I saw Cami stumbling down the pile of blankets with an oversized pajama top covering her body.

She's still bigger than me, I thought in terror. But at least she can see me now. Even if being seen at this size is humiliating...

"Jamie!" Cami exclaimed. "What happened to us? Why are we so tiny?"
"I don't know," I said worriedly. "We need to get some place safe before Martha and Laura wake up."

"But maybe they can help us," Cami chattered.
"We're going to be crushed if they get near us while we're so small. Come on!"

Cami and I scurried over to the desk leg. It wasn't super safe but maybe we could hide under it for a while until somebody found us.

"How small are we?" I peeped.
Cami looked around and dragged over a long pencil. It looked gigantic.

"However small we are, neither of us are passed the eraser end," said Cami.
"I'm really close to it though," I mumbled worriedly.

I was around the height of Cami's knee, or at least where I thought it was. The eraser end of the pencil was exactly half my height.

We felt rumbling and desperately held onto the desk leg.
A loud knock boomed from the door, followed by the sound of it opening.

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