Hi, my name is Chase Nix, and I am an 11 inch tall boy. You may wonder how I am 11 inches tall. I'll explain. I use to be the tallest in my class. 6' 11" in 8th grade. I had a small family. Both in height and amount of people. My dad was 5' 11". My mom was 5' 7" and my little brat of a sister, Reagan, was a 3' 7" 5th grader. She was taunted so much even I jeer at her at night sometimes calling her Mike from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory.
"Hey Mike, you need to go through the stretcher to grow." I said in a Wonka type voice. "Shut up Chase!" Regan exclaimed. "We know your tall, doesn't mean you have to rub it in my face!" She went to room in a flustered fashion. "We know your tall, doesn't mean you have to rub it in my face!" I mocked softly so she wouldn't hear me. She gets very up in your face when she is angry. I just walked to my room. In my room was a glass of water. It said drink up! From, Reagan. "That's it?" I thought. No woopie cushions, no tripwires, no glitter. Just a glass of water. "Hmmm," I said. "Well I am thirsty." I drank it up. Nothing happened. I just went to bed and that's where the magic all happened. I roll around in bed a lot mainly because I have a full size bed which is about a whole foot smaller than me. Then I realized something. I was drunk. I couldn't see straight. This had to be one of dad's 50% alcohol drinks because i fell right out off bed and past out. I rolled of the bed with nothing but some PJ's on me not even my blankets.