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the middle of the street. Turned — and saw two gigantic kids on gigantic bikes pedaling furiously right at me.

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    I cried out. But, of course, they couldn’t hear me.
    I tried waving my arms. But I was smaller than a Ken doll. And they didn’t have their bike headlights on.
    Side by side, they came rocketing down the middle of the street. They were talking loudly, laughing, pedaling like crazy.
    I tried to run. Too late. They were practically on top of me.
    I hit the pavement. Dropped to my stomach on the hard asphalt. Shut my eyes and tried to squeeze my arms and legs in as tight as I could.
    I could feel a heavy bike tire scrape past me. A burst of wind swept over my body as the bikes sped by.
    It took only a few seconds, but it seemed like an hour. My whole body shook as I pulled myself to my feet.
    A close call. I watched the two bikes disappear around the corner.
    I made it to Ava’s house without any other problems. As I stepped up to her front door, I was shaking and sweaty and smelly and dirty. But mainly, I felt angry.
    How could she DO this to me?
    Ava’s family has a cat door at the bottom of their front door. So it was easy for me to slip inside.
    The front hall was brightly lit. The house was warm and smelled of dinner. Chicken, maybe.
    Creeping down the hall, I glimpsed Ava’s parents in the kitchen. They were clearing the dinner table. Dinner was over. I figured Ava must be in her room.
    Luckily, the Munroe house is all on one level. No upstairs. No stairs for me to climb.
    Keeping an eye out for their cat, I hurried down the hall to Ava’s room. It was at the end of the back hall. I stepped inside and gazed around.
    Ava likes bright colors. Her walls were red and green. Like they were decorated for Christmas. A woolly red rug covered the floor.
    She had posters of her favorite music stars up and down every wall. The posters covered almost all the space between the floor and the ceiling.
    Her collection of stuffed sheep jammed the bookshelves in one corner. Dozens of round blacksheep eyes stared out at me as I made my way to the bright green table she used as a desk.
    Ava was leaning over her laptop, typing furiously. She didn’t even notice the curtains blowing wildly in front of the open window in front of her. She wore a yellow T-shirt and white tennis shorts. She was barefoot.
    The light from the screen made her blue eyes glow. She was biting her bottom lip, concentrating hard on what she was writing.
    I stepped up beside the leg of her chair. “Ava?” I shouted up at her. “It’s me!”
    She kept typing. She brushed back her blond hair with one hand and kept typing with the other.
    “Ava?” I cupped my hands around my mouth to make my voice louder. “Look down! It’s me! Down here! Ava?”
    She kept typing. She couldn’t hear my tiny voice.
    I had no choice. I had to get her attention.
    I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her bare leg. I hugged her leg tight.
    She let out a deafening scream.
    Did she think I was a bug? Or a rat?
    Her foot flew up. I fell to the floor.
    And she slammed her foot down hard to squash me.

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    “Huh?”
    I heard Ava gasp.
    The big foot came to a stop inches above my head.
    I was sprawled on my back on the red carpet. Ava’s face floated into view.
    Her blue eyes bulged in shock. Her mouth dropped open.
    I sat up. “Ava? It’s me!” I called up to her.
    “Steven?” She blinked several times. “No. It can’t be.”
    “Ava —” I started. “You have to listen to me. I —”
    “Is this one of your magic tricks?” she demanded. “How are you doing this? Is this some kind of video projection?”
    “It’s me!” I cried. “Ava, I shrunk.”
    “No no no no!” She pressed her hands against her cheeks. Her mouth was twisted in horror. “This isn’t happening. No way.”
    She reached down and grabbed me around the waist. “Oh, no. You’re real.”
    “I’m trying to tell you —”
    “How are you doing this, Steven?” she cried.