Jodie thought for a few minutes, continuing to decide if she’d rather be small, older, or skinnier. Which would be the most practical.
John walked with Roxy, reminding her constantly that he was totally no into her. As he had said countless times before, he was gay. His mind knew this but couldn’t help tell him otherwise. He looked at Roxy from behind and found it oddly sexy, in the same way he looked at guys. They walked towards the next turn of the maze. When they turned the corner they saw something odd. It was a dead end, which was obviously an inconvenience, but outside of that, it looked to be a head. The head was made of stone and sat atop a stone table. The table was oddly wide. John analysed it through, Roxy then tapped him on the shoulder, and pointed to the left. On the left, was an asymmetric pile of long stones. This was when John realised what was happening. The heads eyes opened, the table was his shoulders, the rocks were its hands. Roxy pulled John backwards, they ran as fast as they could, hearing the smashes of the ground as the giant stone monster chased them. They reached a turn, it was a dead end. Both of them said, “Shit,”
They crawled onto the floor, sat against the wall as the monster came running towards them. Then, all of a sudden, John remembered his wish, he could use it. He was going to wish the monster away, to vanish completely. But before he could do this. He heard an even louder crash, a stone wall had been smashed open by something even larger than the monster. It, obscured by dust, punched the monster into many seperate pieces as it could. The dust faded away. It was an abnormally large 9 year old, wearing a red coloured blazer and skirt, though it seemed to have been stretched. The child leaned down and said, “Oh my god!! John,”
“Jodie!?”
“Who??”
They talked and explained to Roxy who she was.
A loud echo of a voice, farmiliar to everyone, it was Angela. She sounded furious.
“So, what made you think you could just escape, you may be giant, but I can take that away.”
A bolt of lightning hit Jodie and she shrunk down to the normal 9 year old height, then another bolt hit her, a different colour. She grew to the age of 15 like before. Her tiny blazer was now on the body of a teenager, which made it quite revealing of her midriff, the skirt was now a mini-skirt.
Jodie looked at herself, “I miss being tall, but I’m glad I’m not 9 year old,”
“Since you’ve ticked me off so bad, I give each of a minor inconvenience for the next 5 hours. It may be minor. But it’s going to be very annoying,” her voice echoed as she disappeared.
They al, started walking, Jodie guided them, she somehow had a smidge of a map inside her head, she knew where to go to get to the centre. As they walked, John started to get a little itch on the back of his neck. He didn’t think too much of it. Roxy had an itch on back. Jodie, similarly had an itch on her leg. As it went on, they kept stretching until it was unbarable. They all had to itch it. It was horrible, uncomfortable, they couldn’t carry on like this.
That before they all stopped, suddenly, and rather than itched, they tingled, everywhere.