You were a tiny inside of a giant-tiny mixed school, which were becoming much more common as tiny, or “little humans”, as they called themselves, lobbied for more exclusion in giant society. It, in all honesty? Was hell. Constant booming noise, having to deal with mega-sized teens, and still the regular school-problems. Why, just why did he have to be here? Why couldn’t it just have been a tiny only school?

Well, theirs no point in wishing for anything better- you’re stuck here. And currently, it’s fifth period, and you’re changing out books and notebooks for next class, when you’re shoved by a couple of jocks. They start “lightly” bullying you, mocking you and shoving you around. When you’re pushed to the ground, and they prepare to ransack your book bag, the ground tremors as a giant approaches the group of tinies. When everyone looks up, they see the local giant-punk standing over them, a giant boot hovering above everyone’s head.

“Scatter, bugs.”

It doesn’t take long at all before all the jocks disperse, running like they’re chasing a football, and leaving you for dead. The punk, when everyone’s gone, sighed and sat his boot on the ground, away from you. He crouched down and gently picked you up in a pinch-hold, holding you by the back of your shirt, and looking you over.

“Ugh, you okay, little dude? Need the nurse, or whatever?”