Media Impact Customs - The Last Detention an Unaware Adventure CL

Media Impact Customs - The Last Detention an Unaware Adventure CL

As Jamie walked into the room, she couldn't help but feel a wave of frustration wash over her. The class was supposed to be in detention, but all of her students were missing. She looked around, only to find an eerily empty room. She sighed and walked over to her desk, sitting down heavily on the chair. Unbeknownst to her, there was a tiny figure on her seat that was crushed beneath her weight. The micro-man let out a muffled cry of pain as Jamie leaned forward to pick up her phone. He could hear her voice, but it was distant and faint. She called Bradley, one of her students, and immediately started giving him hassle about not showing up to detention. His voice continued to be distant, but that didn't stop her from berating him. Jamie sighed in frustration and stood up, putting her phone back in her purse. She slipped her shoes off and sat back down, her nylon-clad feet making a loud booming sound as they touched the floor. The noise was deafening to the tiny men who were scattered across the room, but Jamie was oblivious. She started to look over the homework assignments, her enormous hands moving quickly over the paper. Two tiny men stood by her hand, terrified of what might happen next. Jamie continued to get more and more frustrated as she went through the papers, her mouth twisting into a grimace. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind. She looked down at the papers and gasped. "Oh god," she whispered. She had been crushing the tiny men without even realizing it. Tears started to form in her eyes as she realized what she had done. Jamie dropped to all fours and began searching the room, snatching up the tiny men and putting them in her shoes. "You guys fucked up big," she said, her voice shaking with anger and sadness. "Real big." After she had gathered all of the micro-men, she stood up and told them that the class was dismissed. From their perspective, they saw her nylon-clad feet rise up and descend down onto them, burying them in darkness. They felt her shoes slide over their bodies, and then nothing. As Jamie left the empty room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over her. She knew that she had been harsh with them, but she never expected to cause them any real harm. She promised herself that she would make it up to them somehow. In total, 18 classmates were crushed by feet, shoes, and a few by a fist.