Grandma put us on the dining room table and left to put away her handbag. "Wait there. I'll come back."
I was still shrinking, and so was Bob. I thought about what the lab lady said and wondered if I would ever go back to my old size again.
Suddenly, my shrinking stopped. I was no taller than Bob's smallest toe, but he was starting to shrink again as well now. "What are we gonna do?" he cried.
"I don't know" I said, sitting down and rocking myself sadly. "We're so small now."
"I want this to stop soon," Bob sobbed. He was getting smaller and smaller until he stopped around the height of my knee.
Grandma walked into the room and she looked shorter. "Grandma's shrinking too!"
"Don't worry, kids!" Grandma said to us. "It'll be okay!"
Grandma climbed up onto the table with us. I started to shrink again now and I shrunk down to the size of Bob's pinky finger.
"We'll get bigger soon." Bob said.
TO BE CONTINUED?
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Shrinking!
General FictionHi! I'm Jane and I'm 6ft and 3 inches tall. I live alone with my Grandma and my brother, who is a year younger than me. He is exactly 6ft. I'm thirteen and Bob and I know there's no such thing as shrinking! Grandma says we're quite tall for our ag...
