Peter decided that he couldn't be bothered chasing after her. Football training had been more exhausting than usual, and he really just wanted to go home at this point. So, he continued his walk home.
Angie was running. She had been running for at least a minute or two now - she had to be at least a few hundred feet from where she'd met Peter again. She took a quick look back to see if he was after her, and as she did, her foot hit a rock. She stumbled but managed to fall into the grass beside the path.
On the bright side, she found out he wasn't chasing her. She layed down in the grass - a moment of peace for her, but now that the shock was over, the tears started falling. She layed in the grass for a few minutes before getting up - she wasn't too far from home now.
And yet, it felt like the walk too longer than usual - she didn't know by how much, but her now shorter legs had obviously caused her to become quite a bit slower.
None the less, she was soon home. She went up to her room and realized that it had changed - almost everything in it was smaller, to make it easier for her to reach.
She didn't know her height - she seemed to only remember from her old life. She assumed most things were the same now, however. Well, except for her height of course.
And yet, looking at one part of the wall was a mark. She didn't remember this. Looking down she saw a few more marks. And next to them all, numbers - from the bottom up... "3ft 6", "3ft 7" and so on - and at the top, it read "4ft 2". She refused to believe it - maybe it was from several years ago?
She stood up against the wall, put a hand on her head and stood back. And realized, she must have been on her tip toes back then - her hand was at the "4ft" mark.
Peter was in his room, thinking of what else he'd do with the dictaphone. He'd given himself money, made himself better at football. Tomorrow, he'd probably show it to his friends, ask them what they'd want, give it to them and if needed, he'd cut their memory so they didn't know it existed. He wouldn't want anyone jealous of him to the extent that this thing could cause.
He could ask his friends to come to his house, it wasn't too late yet. Or he could maybe mess with Angie. Wouldn't be as fun without seeing her reaction, though.
Thu Mar 15 00:00:00 2018