One day there was a test.

Their instructor, Mrs. Chelcoe, was not the one conducting it - instead, a TA came by, a disheveled young woman with an annoyed look on her face. She gave them a quick pre-test talk before announcing briskly that shrunken students couldn't stay on top of the normal students' desk. There was a murmur around the class. The TA looked at her watch and shrugged. "We'll be starting in a minute", she said. "Just put them on the floor or something. I don't want you looking into their notebooks".

If Audrey had an opportunity to protest, she would. But wasn't given any time to act - or even think. Matt, who was apparently all too eager to get started, lifted her with one hand and swiftly carried her down. This was the first time she was held in his hand and he was way too rough; the air got squeezed out of her lungs in one sharp gasp, her back and abdomen would be sore for days afterwards. In a matter of seconds she was repositioned onto the floor, where she fell in a heap, trying to catch her breath. A second later, his other hand brought down her stationery in one pinch; her test papers and pencils were now scattered around her.
"Get my desk", she managed to say between trying to regain her breathing, but he didn't hear. She'd have to just work on the floor.
She heard the TA announce that the test started. Audrey was reeling with anger. This little situation was against the very idea of 'accomodating' tiny students.

But she still didn't want to fail, so she pulled up her meager posessions and started working on the test. She was maybe several minutes in when she heard - and felt, through the floor - Matt moving in his seat. Audrey looked around just in time to see his legs come into motion. He was wearing shorts today, so she had a good view of his hairy, muscular calf - and below that, the large feet clad in flip-flops. And now he shifted a bit and swung his legs forward.

Towards her.

"Shit", Audrey managed to say before his feet settled on either side of her. The odor of sweat mixed with that of rubber hit her immediately, making her wince. She pulled her neck into her shoulders, looking around like a deer in the headlights. The feet didn't move, but they were too close for comfort... and so, so fucking big. Wide, too. Positively massive, dangerous, unfamiliar, heavy.
His flip-flips were old and worn out, their edges compressed and discoloured. She shuddered to think about the incredible weight these thin shoes have been bearing for years. She looked up towards the underside of the desk; his face was still not visible to her. Briefly, she tried to imagine what she looked like right now; a tiny girl, covering on the floor between the massive feet of a man. Distraught by the thought, she stood up to her feet and was about to hit him on the side of the ped to try and attract his attention, when another thought crossed her mind. “He’s working on the test”, she thought. “What if he gets annoyed at me distracting him and simply… swipes to the side, or something?”

She imagined the dusty sole of the flip-flop moving towards her and with a grunt sat back down onto the floor to start working. For the next ten minutes, she was able to concentrate at least partially; the silence was only interrupted by the squeaks that Matt’s flip-flops made when he subconsciously flexed his toes. One time his foot moved closer to her, and she jumped, ready to run away - but it settled in place.