I did not want to shrink 4 feet and 7 inches today.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I shriek. They all look at me with eyes as wide as plates.

"What's wrong?" Pixel asks me.

"I'M 7 INCHES TALL, DON'T YOU SEE, THAT'S NOT NORMAL!"

"Sor-ry." Pixel says sassily. I glare at him. We look back at the broken glass. There was still some alcohol on the shards. The beige liquid dripped onto a scar. I cringed.  They all look at be bamboozled.

"What's wrong, this time?" Nicole asks. I point to the scar. They gasp. Was it really that bad? I look down and see the gash has reopened.  I throw up a little in my mouth. It sorta tastes like chicken soup.

"What ever." I say.

"That doesn't look like a whatever to me." Hannah says.

"Idea alert!" Winta says.

"What if we take the coats, and put them over the broken glass." She looked around.

"That sounds like a great idea!" Adam half screams. We grab the coats and place them on shards. We start climbing over the coats. We come across a clearing in the closest. Nicole's face looks nervous. 

"We shall go back for now!" She demands.

"But-" I say.

"Now!' She says. And we start walking back.