Liam walked into the student block and sprinted up the stairs, his kit bag leaping about on his back. He walked along the corridor to his room, opened the door and threw his bag down onto his bed. Without much care he pulled open the drawstrings and began to empty his kit out on his bed. He got to the sneaker that had Cal inside and he dropped it back on the bed while he dumped all the dirty kit into the wash basket. While walking home, hed been planning what he should do with his new tiny captive. So many ideas were running about in his head that he couldnt decide where to start. He knew one thing though, Mr John wasnt going to be failing his paper
or any other paper ever again. His days as a tutor were over and his days as Liams new toy were just starting.
Inside the sneaker it was pitch dark and still dank and sweaty. Cal was cursing his decision not to make a run for it in the locker room when he had the chance, but it was too late now. He just had to hope that he would have a chance again when they got to wherever they were going. Hopefully there would be a chance to get the attention of someone other than Liam and to get some help. While he was thinking the movement of the world around him changed suddenly.
Inside the sneaker it was pitch dark and still dank and sweaty. Cal was cursing his decision not to make a run for it in the locker room when he had the chance, but it was too late now. He just had to hope that he would have a chance again when they got to wherever they were going. Hopefully there would be a chance to get the attention of someone other than Liam and to get some help. While he was thinking the movement of the world around him changed suddenly.