A lot.

I tried to pay attention to Ms. Scott's lesson, but I couldn't keep my eyes open, and I later woke to a hand on my shoulder, and I opened my eyes to see Ms. Scott standing next to me, an angry expression on her face.

"Sleeping in my class? Do you not want to pass? Maybe you need a bit more incentive." Ms. Scott said, her angry grin quicky turning into a satisfied, smug smile. I suddenly felt my chair expand around me, with the desk now being at chest height sitting down.

4'

I didn't want to cause much more disturbance, but as Ms. Scott was writing on her white board, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it, unfortunately right when Ms. Scott turned to look at me.

"Davey! You must really be asking for it, do you WANT to be like Bryce? Stand up." Ms. Scott demanded, and I obliged.

I stood up to see I was looking at the bottom of Ms. Scott's bosom, and Ms. Scott once again pulled out her remote. I cringed at the thought of getting even smaller.

"Let's see if I'm still 'Little Miss Scott' after this!" Ms. Scott said, one hand on her hip, the other turning the knob on the remote. I then saw my eye line drop again, now coming up to Ms. Scott's waistline. Ms. Scott was looking more and more like an amazon goddess, and my female classmates towered even higher than her!

3'

Ms. Scott resumed class, and I had to basically climb into my chair, my feet no longer touching the ground when sitting.

As I worked on a the assigned work, Jaden, the guy beside me, passed me a small piece of paper, folded into the rough shape of a heart. I unfolded it, and read 'Hey there, you want to "hang out" after school ;) - Maria' along with two check boxes. I checked no, seeing as many boys had already been through this song and dance with Maria before, and passed the note across the row, being intercepted by Ms. Scott. Ms. Scott crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash, before storming over to my desk.

"Have you no bounds Davey? I didn't know you were this much of a troublemaker! Well I hate to say, but three strikes, your out!" Ms. Scott said, yanking me out of my chair. She then once again used the remote, and I diminished in size until I was looking at the material of her heel. I craned my neck up to see Ms. Scott, with a sadistic grin on her face. She then lifted up her heel, and began to lower her foot onto me. I ran out of the way and dived last second, and even managed to do it again on her next attempt, but then she didn't lift up her foot, but instead swung her foot horizontally, knocking me onto my back and winding me, she then rose her foot up again, and lowered the heel of her shoe onto my chest. It felt like I was being impaled, and I screamed out, this pain being larger than any I've previously experienced.

When Ms. Scott raised her foot, I saw that somehow, I had no wound where she stomped on me. She then reached over and picked me up, fingers as thick as trees. She lifted me to another jar and dropped me in. I saw that the lip was far too high for me to climb out, and the surface texture was far too slippery on the inside, like she lined it with soap.

"Okay Davey, for your time out, you'll be spending the rest of class with _____"