The second chapter of my Troublesome Secret Story. I noticed 3 people faved it and one commented so I figured I'd put up another chapter. Please enjoy and comment.

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I ran as fast as I could to the thickest part of the forest. I smelled fear on James and I guessed he was too terrified to scream since he didn’t. When I got to the thickest part of the forest, I sat down, wrapped my arms around my legs, and cried. I knew my secret was out now and that James would tell everyone since I was now a threat. I needed to get out of here somehow and hopefully get my parents out as well. I was thinking of how I could do that without anyone noticing when I heard a voice.
“Jessica? Is that really you?”
I recognized it right away. It was James. I looked up and sure enough he was right there next to my leg. His eyes and scent told me he was still scared but he also looked amazed. This had me curious, of course.
“You…aren’t going to run away?” I asked.
“I never did tell you, did I?” he asked. “I love macros. I always hated history class since I knew there were good macros or size changers out there somewhere. I’m glad I actually get to have met one. You ran away before I got to say anything, though.”
“I thought you’d be terrified and tell everyone.” I said.
“Well, I am terrified,” he admitted. “However, how else would you feel to see someone so much bigger than you?”
I laughed at that. James always seemed to know how to cheer everyone up in a time like this. Although, this was the first time it was actually this situation.
“So what do you like most about macros?” I asked him.
“I don’t really know,” he said. “I guess just how they’re so big. The bigger they are the better.”
“Well, this isn’t even close to my max height,” I told him. “I can grow up to 100 miles.”
“1-100 miles!?” He asked surprised. “I think that’s a little too big for me. Let me get used to this height first, please.”
“Sure,” I told him. Then a devious thought came to my mind. I reached for James and picked him up gently.
“Hey!” he shouted. “Jessica, put me down!”
“Ok,” I told him. I put him down gently on my shoulder. “I thought you’d like the view.”
“Well, it is nice,” he admitted. “Next time ask for my permission first, ok?”
“Deal,” I told him.
“So, how did you get your power? Did you always have it?”
That’s when I told him all about my power. I was born with it but didn’t realize it until I was 5. I was 3ft. at the time. I wanted to play with my favorite doll, but my parents put it pretty high up and forgot it was there. I kept reaching up to it and wished I could be big enough to reach it. All of a sudden, I grew to 6ft. and was able to get my doll. I showed my parents my power. They were scared of it at first but realized it couldn’t be helped so we moved to this place so I could grow whenever I wanted.
My parents were my real parents unlike how it is for some size changers who find out they’re adopted. It turns out I got my powers because my mom got raped by a size changer. My dad isn’t really my dad in the birth sense but he is in every other. My parents were upset a little because I was the daughter of the one who raped my mom, but they were glad I was healthy and a good size changer instead of the kind who would rampage and destroy a city.
After I told him my story, James stared in shock.
“That’s some story,” he said.
“Tell me about it,” I told him. That’s when I smelled my mom coming.
“Jessica, dinner’s on the ta-” she said. She stopped when she noticed James on my shoulder.
“It’s okay, mom,” I reassured her. “It seems James actually likes macros and size changers.” James nodded at that.
“I see,” my mom said. “Sorry, when I told him you were out here, I thought you would have heard and gone back to your normal size.”
“Well, I was a bit too far away to hear what you were saying specifically,” I told her. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s my fault,” she said. “Anyway, dinner’s ready. Will you be eating with us, James?”
“Let me call my parents, first,” he said.
While he was on the phone and still on my shoulder, I told my mom what happened that day. She understood and was proud that I thought of them and wanted to cause the least amount of panic as possible. After the conversation, James was off the phone.
“My parents said it would be alright,” James said.
With that I carried him on my shoulder to my house for dinner. Not to eat him of course, but to eat dinner with him. I know you had that thought in mind or would have so I made sure to clarify it.