week 9: tiny me

well now I am the size of an ant, and I couldn't be anymore mad. I hate being this small. Everybody is trying to step on me. I cant handle it anymore. They are chasing me. I have to find a way to let my teacher know what she has done to me. Maybe I should get on her desk and try and leave her a sign that I am here.  Maybe try and find one of my papers and move it so she knows that it is me. I just don't want to be small. I want to be normal size again. I wish she would try and find all of us. This experience is awful.