Maya the giantess

The little shrunken girl

Maya POV
I wait outside my room for a good 20 minutes before deciding to face the tiny person. I had so many questions and I honestly wasn't sure if I just hallucinated the whole thing. I bring a small cross in case the creature is possessed. I take a deep breath and open the door. Making sure to be alert, I slowly slink back into my room. I look at the glass surprised to see the little girl lying on her back with her eyes shut. Confused, I set down the cross and grab the text book. I hesitantly grip the glass, textbook raised in the other hand in case she tried to make a move. Finally, I pull the glass up and observe the little girl. After about ten or so seconds she still wasn't moving, but I had fallen for this trick before. I clench my eyes shut and give the girl a small nudge with my finger. Nothing. I relax a bit, set down the book, and move in closer. I look her up and down. This was far too realistic to be a doll, in fact... she looks kinda familiar. I use my pinky to ever so slightly tilt her head so I could get a better view of her face.
"What the hell? Is that Zoey?"
This little person looked exactly like this girl Zoey in my chemistry.
My concern grew, looking at her unmoving body.
"Oh god did I kill her?"
I feel like I'm going to puke. I pray that I didn't kill this tiny person who was possibly someone from my class. Shakily, I try to get a closer look to see if she was breathing. Upon further inspection I saw her tiny little chest moving up and down. A wave of relief goes over me. I close my eyes and massage my temple trying to wrap my mind around this whole situation. "Okay, I have a shrunken Zoey passed out on my dresser, what do I do now?"
I decide it wouldn't be a good idea to get other people involved just yet, I need more information before possibly spreading the news of a real live shrunken girl. I carefully set the glass back over her. I dump out a mason jar full of pencils and set it on the table. I go into the bathroom to grab some toilet paper to line to bottom with something soft. I then take a scissors and puncture a few holes in a lid. I smile, satisfied with my work.
I attempt to pick her up, but after feeling her fragile arm I decide not to risk it. I grab a tissue and slowly push her across the dresser until she finally makes the short fall into my palm. I felt bad moving her like I would move dirt off my table.
It was an uncanny feeling, having an entire person's life in the palm of your hand. She looked so puny compared to my me, she wasn't even as big as my pinky. She was so cute! I decide to stop staring at her as I didn't get permission to hold her and can't imagine waking up to a giant face staring at you.
I tilt the jar and let her gradually slide to the bottom. I finally seal the jar by putting on the lid. Now I just need to wait for her to wake up.