Here's the beginning of a story I'm playing with.
Most of the characters are under 18, but there's no tickling or sex or violence. There is torture, though. :ggrin:
Comments?
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Colleen felt a bit jittery walking into Truman High School. It was the first
day of her junior year.
She wondered what sort of reaction she'd get to her "new look". That, of
course, depended on how many people remembered how she'd looked before. She
had sort of faded into the woodwork.
Last year her red hair had been cut straight and short, she wore glasses,
and usually dressed in cargo pants and a loose t-shirt or sweatshirt.
She looked like a basic math nerd, which was pretty much what she was.
After getting eye surgery over the summer so she no longer needed glasses,
her two best friends had prevailed upon her to change the rest of her image
as well. Her hair was now longer and cut in a shag. She wore a green
sleeveless top and beige skirt which pushed the limits of the school's
dress code, being short enough that she could just touch the hem with her
fingertips. Her friends had assured her those colors went better with her
red hair, green eyes and pale complexion better than the dull tan and khaki
she had favored before.
She barely recognized herself in the mirror in her room before leaving for
school. She had allowed herself a shy smile. Who was that sexy girl in the
mirror?
Now, as she walked to her locker, she was definitely getting a few of the
lingering looks from boys she had seen other girls getting. Maybe this would
really be different. She'd never had a boyfriend. She'd developed a bit of
a crush last spring - well, more than a bit - on Matt, who was in the Math
Club with her. He would definitely be in the Advanced Math class she had
right before lunch.
"Hey, girl, you look sexaaay!" said her best friend Linnea, who was waiting
at her locker along with their mutual friend Teresa.
Colleen bit her lip and blushed slightly. She was just too shy to do this,
she thought. But there was no backing down now.
"Is that Colleen?" said Brett, Linnea's boyfriend, as he arrived.
"It's me," said Colleen, wishing they'd change the subject. "Look, can we
just not make a big deal out of it?"
"I suppose," said Teresa with mock haughtiness, "our brainy friend would
rather talk about math. Brett, what's your opinion of integrated
differentials?"
"You mean definite integrals?" said Colleen.
"Oh, Colleen," said Brett. "Did you know there's a new math teacher?
Mr. Armour. They transferred him from Eisenhower High."
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Yancey retired, didn't he?" said Colleen. "I wonder what
this new guy's like?"
"My cousin had him at Eisenhower," said Brett, smirking. "I have a feeling
you won't like him, Colleen."
"Um, why?" said Colleen, raising her eyebrows.
Just then the bell rang for homeroom.
"You just won't," said Brett, starting to walk away, but not before flashing
Colleen an I-know-something-you-don't grin.
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Colleen didn't have much time to wonder about Brett's remark as she listened
to the "welcome back, students!" announcement in homeroom and noticed a few
boys checking out her legs. That had never happened before. Undoubtably
the loose cargo pants she had worn previously had something to do with that.
She really wasn't sure she wanted this much attention. Then she told herself
she was being silly. It wasn't as if everyone was staring at her.
----------------------
First period class was phys ed. The instructor, Sadie Ware, better known
as Sadist Extraordinaire, was on an aerobic exercise kick and had them
running laps around the athletic fields.
"Let me know how math class goes, OK?" asked Linnea as they walked out of
the locker room.
Colleen thought Linnea was trying too hard to sound nonchalant.
"Linnea, what is it about this teacher I'm not supposed to like?"
"See you at lunch," said Linnea, with a twinkle in her eye.
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Colleen walked toward math class, wondering just what it was about this
new teacher. She felt someone fall in step with her.
"Hi," said Matt.
"Uh, hi," said Colleen, shyly.
"I hear we have a new teacher," said Matt.
"Uh, yeah," said Colleen. "Um, do you know anything about him?"
"Just that he taught at Eisenhower," said Matt.
Now they could see the new teacher, standing at the classroom door, welcoming
the students. He was in his thirties and had the bearing of a military man,
with short hair and a loud voice.
"Come in, come in!" he said, "welcome to Room 37! Check the seating chart
inside the door!"
Colleen gave him a quick smile as she quickly walked through the doorway.
She checked the seating chart and was glad to see Matt would be sitting
beside her.
Mr. Armour was now beginning class.
"At ease! This is Advanced Math, in case you're in the wrong place.
Nobody? Good."
She didn't exactly like his loud voice and pseudo-military manner. Was this
what Brett and Linnea had meant? There must be more than that.
Mr. Armour walked slowly around the room as he spoke, his seating chart in
one hand. He was talking about the importance of clear definitions in
mathematics.
Colleen glanced around. She thought her new look might stand out in this
class, with an above-average number of nerds, but everyone looked pretty
normal. Maybe it was just the fact that they were all juniors now. She
was feeling glad she'd been talked into changing her appearance. She didn't
really like being the center of attention, and this actually blended in
better.
Mr. Armour continued talking.
"The difference between a theorem and a conjecture? Good question,
Bridget! Does anyone know?"
Armour had walked down the middle row of seats and was standing in front
of Colleen.
"Perhaps ..., " Armour checked the copy of the seating chart in his hand,
"Colleen, do you know?"
"I'm, uh, not sure ..." she said. Actually she thought she knew but was
caught by surprise by the question. Armour's manner was a little
intimidating.
"Well, a theorem is a statement that has already been proved and no longer
needs to be demonstrated, while a conjecture still requires proof," said
Armour in his usual drill-master tone, speaking to the class at large.
He paused for effect, looked at Colleen and continued:
"As a non-mathematical example of a conjecture, we might surmise that Colleen
will blush redder than her hair if you all stare at her."
The sounds of chairs squeaking and clothes rustling told her that everyone
was doing just that.
She sat in her chair for a horrible second, stunned, her jaw dropping,
seeing every eye turn to her.
Colleen felt her heart leap into her throat, heard her classmates snicker,
and felt her face burst into flame. She covered her face with her hands
and slunk down in her chair, wishing she could crawl under the floor as
the laughter got louder. She felt like she was blushing all over.
"So now my conjecture has been proved and is now a theorem," said Armour,
his smirk audible in his tone. "Remember that. I'm sure Colleen will."
Another wave of laughter. Colleen felt herself sweating, her heart was
pounding so hard. She twisted in her seat, but there was nowhere to hide.
She heard Matt chuckling next to her and felt like an absolute fool.
The class went on. After a minute, Colleen uncovered her still-burning
face to take notes, though it was hard to concentrate. She kept her eyes
on the notebook, letting her hair fall to shield her face.
She wished she could shield her ears as well. She kept hearing whispered
remarks like "wow, was that girl ever embarrassed!" and "did you see how red
Colleen's face was?"
And worst of all: "that was sooo funny!"
After what seemed like hours, the class ended. Colleen bolted out the door,
not wanting to face anyone in this class. She went straight to the restroom
and rinsed her face off. The sweat rinsed off, but not the embarrassment.
She was starting to get mad. Linnea or Brett or both must have set her up
for this somehow. How else could they know this was going to happen?
She considered hiding out in the library over lunch. She was used to eating
at that time, though. Finally she decided she'd go ahead and go to lunch.
She couldn't avoid her friends forever.
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She was one of the last through the lunch line. She entered the cafeteria
and saw Linnea, Brett and Teresa sitting together. She walked over and sat
down with them.
"So, how was math class?" asked Linnea, stifling a laugh.
"Very funny," said Colleen, her face starting to burn again.
"Like the new teacher?" asked Matt, causing Teresa to giggle.
"We heard ALL about it," said Teresa.
"Not funny," said Colleen, blushing.
"That's not what we heard," said Linnea, grinning.
"Why did you do this?" asked Colleen. "Did you set me up?"
"Us?" said Brett. "We had nothing to do with it."
"Yeah? So how did you know? That's what you were talking about when you
said I wouldn't like the teacher ..."
"I told you I had a cousin who had Armour at Eisenhower. The guy likes to
embarrass girls in his classes. And elsewhere. And he's really good at it,
as you found out, or so we heard."
"'Red as a ripe tomato' was the report we got," giggled Linnea, causing
Colleen's face to redden again.
"There were other girls in the class," said Colleen, trying to keep her
composure.
"Did I say girls? I meant redheaded girls," said Brett.
Colleen glared at him.
"Any other redheads in the class?" asked Brett.
"I ... I don't think so," said Colleen, trying to think how many redheads
were in the whole school. Not very many.
"Bingo. You're it," said Brett, smiling.
"I'm soooo glad I have black hair," smiled Teresa.
"Blondes rule," said Linnea, triumphantly.
"Still not funny," said Colleen, glaring.
"My cousin's redheaded," said Brett. "I hope you have a better sense of humor than she
does. She was sooooooooooo glad to graduate."
Colleen ate silently, hoping they'd change the subject. She cringed inwardly
as she heard Armour's loud voice coming from the other side of the cafeteria.
He was talking with some students, laughing about something.
Brett, Linnea and Teresa were talking about something or other, leaving
Colleen alone with her thoughts.
Colleen was thinking that as a sixteen-year-old junior she should have
learned to "handle" embarrassment by now. Whatever "handle" meant. She
knew she couldn't. And with her pale skin, the slightest blush was
visible to anyone looking, which was embarrassing in itself, which just
made her blush more, which ...
Colleen shut her eyes and grimaced. She wanted to scream. This could not
be happening to her!
"Colleen?"
Linnea was talking to her.
"Huh? What did you say?" asked Colleen.
"I'm going back for dessert. You want me to bring you some?"
"Uh, no," said Colleen. "I've had enough."
Just as Linnea stood up, there was a commotion on the other side of the
cafeteria, where Armour was still standing.
"I'm NOT blushing!" a girl squealed desperately.
The girl, a petite freshman with short red hair, was biting her lip, staring
at the ceiling, trying to pretend she wasn't embarrassed. Her face, getting
redder by the millisecond, betrayed her.
"Yes, you ARE blushing!" teased a boy sitting next to her. Armour was
standing by, his arms folded, smirking with satisfaction.
Her hands shot up to cover her face to general laughter. She sat squirming
in her seat as everyone in the cafeteria watched with amusement.
Everyone except Colleen, who picked up her tray and walked back to the
serving line to dispose of her dishes. She couldn't stand to watch. Her
friends didn't even notice her leave. They were watching the freshman girl.
Didn't they know how awful that poor girl felt?
Most of the characters are under 18, but there's no tickling or sex or violence. There is torture, though. :ggrin:
Comments?
UNTITLED
Colleen felt a bit jittery walking into Truman High School. It was the first
day of her junior year.
She wondered what sort of reaction she'd get to her "new look". That, of
course, depended on how many people remembered how she'd looked before. She
had sort of faded into the woodwork.
Last year her red hair had been cut straight and short, she wore glasses,
and usually dressed in cargo pants and a loose t-shirt or sweatshirt.
She looked like a basic math nerd, which was pretty much what she was.
After getting eye surgery over the summer so she no longer needed glasses,
her two best friends had prevailed upon her to change the rest of her image
as well. Her hair was now longer and cut in a shag. She wore a green
sleeveless top and beige skirt which pushed the limits of the school's
dress code, being short enough that she could just touch the hem with her
fingertips. Her friends had assured her those colors went better with her
red hair, green eyes and pale complexion better than the dull tan and khaki
she had favored before.
She barely recognized herself in the mirror in her room before leaving for
school. She had allowed herself a shy smile. Who was that sexy girl in the
mirror?
Now, as she walked to her locker, she was definitely getting a few of the
lingering looks from boys she had seen other girls getting. Maybe this would
really be different. She'd never had a boyfriend. She'd developed a bit of
a crush last spring - well, more than a bit - on Matt, who was in the Math
Club with her. He would definitely be in the Advanced Math class she had
right before lunch.
"Hey, girl, you look sexaaay!" said her best friend Linnea, who was waiting
at her locker along with their mutual friend Teresa.
Colleen bit her lip and blushed slightly. She was just too shy to do this,
she thought. But there was no backing down now.
"Is that Colleen?" said Brett, Linnea's boyfriend, as he arrived.
"It's me," said Colleen, wishing they'd change the subject. "Look, can we
just not make a big deal out of it?"
"I suppose," said Teresa with mock haughtiness, "our brainy friend would
rather talk about math. Brett, what's your opinion of integrated
differentials?"
"You mean definite integrals?" said Colleen.
"Oh, Colleen," said Brett. "Did you know there's a new math teacher?
Mr. Armour. They transferred him from Eisenhower High."
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Yancey retired, didn't he?" said Colleen. "I wonder what
this new guy's like?"
"My cousin had him at Eisenhower," said Brett, smirking. "I have a feeling
you won't like him, Colleen."
"Um, why?" said Colleen, raising her eyebrows.
Just then the bell rang for homeroom.
"You just won't," said Brett, starting to walk away, but not before flashing
Colleen an I-know-something-you-don't grin.
----------------------
Colleen didn't have much time to wonder about Brett's remark as she listened
to the "welcome back, students!" announcement in homeroom and noticed a few
boys checking out her legs. That had never happened before. Undoubtably
the loose cargo pants she had worn previously had something to do with that.
She really wasn't sure she wanted this much attention. Then she told herself
she was being silly. It wasn't as if everyone was staring at her.
----------------------
First period class was phys ed. The instructor, Sadie Ware, better known
as Sadist Extraordinaire, was on an aerobic exercise kick and had them
running laps around the athletic fields.
"Let me know how math class goes, OK?" asked Linnea as they walked out of
the locker room.
Colleen thought Linnea was trying too hard to sound nonchalant.
"Linnea, what is it about this teacher I'm not supposed to like?"
"See you at lunch," said Linnea, with a twinkle in her eye.
----------------------
Colleen walked toward math class, wondering just what it was about this
new teacher. She felt someone fall in step with her.
"Hi," said Matt.
"Uh, hi," said Colleen, shyly.
"I hear we have a new teacher," said Matt.
"Uh, yeah," said Colleen. "Um, do you know anything about him?"
"Just that he taught at Eisenhower," said Matt.
Now they could see the new teacher, standing at the classroom door, welcoming
the students. He was in his thirties and had the bearing of a military man,
with short hair and a loud voice.
"Come in, come in!" he said, "welcome to Room 37! Check the seating chart
inside the door!"
Colleen gave him a quick smile as she quickly walked through the doorway.
She checked the seating chart and was glad to see Matt would be sitting
beside her.
Mr. Armour was now beginning class.
"At ease! This is Advanced Math, in case you're in the wrong place.
Nobody? Good."
She didn't exactly like his loud voice and pseudo-military manner. Was this
what Brett and Linnea had meant? There must be more than that.
Mr. Armour walked slowly around the room as he spoke, his seating chart in
one hand. He was talking about the importance of clear definitions in
mathematics.
Colleen glanced around. She thought her new look might stand out in this
class, with an above-average number of nerds, but everyone looked pretty
normal. Maybe it was just the fact that they were all juniors now. She
was feeling glad she'd been talked into changing her appearance. She didn't
really like being the center of attention, and this actually blended in
better.
Mr. Armour continued talking.
"The difference between a theorem and a conjecture? Good question,
Bridget! Does anyone know?"
Armour had walked down the middle row of seats and was standing in front
of Colleen.
"Perhaps ..., " Armour checked the copy of the seating chart in his hand,
"Colleen, do you know?"
"I'm, uh, not sure ..." she said. Actually she thought she knew but was
caught by surprise by the question. Armour's manner was a little
intimidating.
"Well, a theorem is a statement that has already been proved and no longer
needs to be demonstrated, while a conjecture still requires proof," said
Armour in his usual drill-master tone, speaking to the class at large.
He paused for effect, looked at Colleen and continued:
"As a non-mathematical example of a conjecture, we might surmise that Colleen
will blush redder than her hair if you all stare at her."
The sounds of chairs squeaking and clothes rustling told her that everyone
was doing just that.
She sat in her chair for a horrible second, stunned, her jaw dropping,
seeing every eye turn to her.
Colleen felt her heart leap into her throat, heard her classmates snicker,
and felt her face burst into flame. She covered her face with her hands
and slunk down in her chair, wishing she could crawl under the floor as
the laughter got louder. She felt like she was blushing all over.
"So now my conjecture has been proved and is now a theorem," said Armour,
his smirk audible in his tone. "Remember that. I'm sure Colleen will."
Another wave of laughter. Colleen felt herself sweating, her heart was
pounding so hard. She twisted in her seat, but there was nowhere to hide.
She heard Matt chuckling next to her and felt like an absolute fool.
The class went on. After a minute, Colleen uncovered her still-burning
face to take notes, though it was hard to concentrate. She kept her eyes
on the notebook, letting her hair fall to shield her face.
She wished she could shield her ears as well. She kept hearing whispered
remarks like "wow, was that girl ever embarrassed!" and "did you see how red
Colleen's face was?"
And worst of all: "that was sooo funny!"
After what seemed like hours, the class ended. Colleen bolted out the door,
not wanting to face anyone in this class. She went straight to the restroom
and rinsed her face off. The sweat rinsed off, but not the embarrassment.
She was starting to get mad. Linnea or Brett or both must have set her up
for this somehow. How else could they know this was going to happen?
She considered hiding out in the library over lunch. She was used to eating
at that time, though. Finally she decided she'd go ahead and go to lunch.
She couldn't avoid her friends forever.
---------------------
She was one of the last through the lunch line. She entered the cafeteria
and saw Linnea, Brett and Teresa sitting together. She walked over and sat
down with them.
"So, how was math class?" asked Linnea, stifling a laugh.
"Very funny," said Colleen, her face starting to burn again.
"Like the new teacher?" asked Matt, causing Teresa to giggle.
"We heard ALL about it," said Teresa.
"Not funny," said Colleen, blushing.
"That's not what we heard," said Linnea, grinning.
"Why did you do this?" asked Colleen. "Did you set me up?"
"Us?" said Brett. "We had nothing to do with it."
"Yeah? So how did you know? That's what you were talking about when you
said I wouldn't like the teacher ..."
"I told you I had a cousin who had Armour at Eisenhower. The guy likes to
embarrass girls in his classes. And elsewhere. And he's really good at it,
as you found out, or so we heard."
"'Red as a ripe tomato' was the report we got," giggled Linnea, causing
Colleen's face to redden again.
"There were other girls in the class," said Colleen, trying to keep her
composure.
"Did I say girls? I meant redheaded girls," said Brett.
Colleen glared at him.
"Any other redheads in the class?" asked Brett.
"I ... I don't think so," said Colleen, trying to think how many redheads
were in the whole school. Not very many.
"Bingo. You're it," said Brett, smiling.
"I'm soooo glad I have black hair," smiled Teresa.
"Blondes rule," said Linnea, triumphantly.
"Still not funny," said Colleen, glaring.
"My cousin's redheaded," said Brett. "I hope you have a better sense of humor than she
does. She was sooooooooooo glad to graduate."
Colleen ate silently, hoping they'd change the subject. She cringed inwardly
as she heard Armour's loud voice coming from the other side of the cafeteria.
He was talking with some students, laughing about something.
Brett, Linnea and Teresa were talking about something or other, leaving
Colleen alone with her thoughts.
Colleen was thinking that as a sixteen-year-old junior she should have
learned to "handle" embarrassment by now. Whatever "handle" meant. She
knew she couldn't. And with her pale skin, the slightest blush was
visible to anyone looking, which was embarrassing in itself, which just
made her blush more, which ...
Colleen shut her eyes and grimaced. She wanted to scream. This could not
be happening to her!
"Colleen?"
Linnea was talking to her.
"Huh? What did you say?" asked Colleen.
"I'm going back for dessert. You want me to bring you some?"
"Uh, no," said Colleen. "I've had enough."
Just as Linnea stood up, there was a commotion on the other side of the
cafeteria, where Armour was still standing.
"I'm NOT blushing!" a girl squealed desperately.
The girl, a petite freshman with short red hair, was biting her lip, staring
at the ceiling, trying to pretend she wasn't embarrassed. Her face, getting
redder by the millisecond, betrayed her.
"Yes, you ARE blushing!" teased a boy sitting next to her. Armour was
standing by, his arms folded, smirking with satisfaction.
Her hands shot up to cover her face to general laughter. She sat squirming
in her seat as everyone in the cafeteria watched with amusement.
Everyone except Colleen, who picked up her tray and walked back to the
serving line to dispose of her dishes. She couldn't stand to watch. Her
friends didn't even notice her leave. They were watching the freshman girl.
Didn't they know how awful that poor girl felt?
