You shout out your frustrations into the air to be met by the loud bang of your sister kicking her feet against the wall, clearly pissed from having to hear you pipe up or she's just mindlessly kicking her feet against the wall while tapping away at her laptop, it's pretty difficult to tell these days given how her distance from socializing with the family and her apathy towards your own bullying is almost as worse as the bullying itself, unbeknownst to you though the constant pampering from your mother has given her a bit of a sour disposition. "Gah, fine I'll shush up, hmph." You pout like a spoiled child just having his toy snagged from it's grubby palms as the sensation of Mrs.Millers body fades away to simple nothingness leaving you yearning for more....of course the goal of rubbing some of the bigger bullies faces in some well deserved justice still stews in the back of your mind as the chair scoots back and your tiny body leaps off to stumble a bit towards the bed. "Thinking time, I can just get into her body against tomorrow, but what made me leave her?" You ask yourself, feeling the not so pleasant throb of your facial bruising as you climb into bed, disregarding your math homework for now in exchange of making yourself sleep in early, possibly saving mom the issue of getting you up in the morning.
Grumbling to yourself as you reach out towards the ceiling and grasping at the air as you felt like you were doing ripping through the sky like a ball being struck out of a lot. "Was I in for too long...maybe I acted to out of character, or...screw it." You say, turning to your side and snuggling up against the side of your pillow while curling up a bit against the mattress and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Hours pass and soon your awaken, not by your alarm clock or your mothers warm nectar like voice but by your own internal alarm clock as your eyes shot wide open and feel the sting of sleep and desire to knock out. Crossing over your own alarm clock with your eyes to see it reading 6:40 making your sit up right in bed, "Holy fuck!" You shout, normally getting up at 8:00 with a solid 20 minutes to get to school, proving to be a good thing regardless of the heavy tired weight of your body that has lost much of it's throbbing pain and now carries and annoying soreness like your face was used to exercise the concept of blunt trauma. "Goooot to get my but up, must dodge the dickheads and find her before class! *yawn*" you yawn loudly and hop out off your bed, simply yanking your shirt off and tossing it towards your desk, yanking the possibly used shirt off your own lamp post and slip it on without so much a care in the world for what might be on the shirt before nabbing your back pack and running on out of your room, speeding down the stairs and running out out the front door of your home as fast as your legs could push and your lungs can pump...which isn't that much as you speed down a block or two then slow down to a snail like jog. "Noooooo I'm supposed to be a lot more fit than this!"
Of course, the limitations of your body is clear as even your legs jogging along the sidewalk begins to tire out and your lungs pinch to a pained cramp, a flaw created from not hydrating or even stretching, just gunning off straight from bed. Especially as you could feel your legs forcing you to move to more of a brisk walk over the shower of sweat rolling off the edges of your brow and bouncing straight off from the heavy quick steps of your feet, gasping hard upon seeing the parking lot of the school and the chain link fence meant to keep the students in. "Ohhh! *pants* Mother of jesus!" *you shout between gasps as you bounce a bit and stop in the lot to see only few cars, non of which is the SUV of Mrs.Miller. "Darn it! Why...did I severely overestimated the time she comes at!" You shout, cheeks rose red as your skin radiated the heat of your body expending calories you currently don't have. Stumbling forward with a heavy drag to your feet till something caught your eye.
A tinted windowed SUV pulling up and turning into the parking lot causing you to freeze up like a Popsicle as your eyes track the vehicle carefully. Pulling up to one of the spaces the engine kills and after a few minutes both door pop open, on the driver side the dark haired head of Mrs.Miller pokes out followed by her belly and chest covered by a partially button blouse as her eyes carried a bit of bagginess, possibly from the intense masturbation play and making the poor girl pass out in the office with her beautifully plump an chunky ass stretched out a new charcoal black skirt, yawning as she tries to mess with some pins to fix her hair as the passenger steps on out...
"Who in the heck is th-" you silence yourself, as it appears Mrs.Miller had carpooled today and brought along a rather familiar face...it was the World History teacher Mrs.Vanderburg, she is 42 years old and a mother of one of the substitutes that goes around campus, her face was warm and soft, almost pinch able to see her smile in comparison with Millers more sexy appearance when she unknowingly shoots bedroom eyes to students...or that could be students and yourself misreading looks. She was a an inch off from millers height but was at even foots as she wore a pair of heels that didn't seem to match the acid wash jeans squeezing her chunky legs and thighs poking out from the small tears along her inner thighs and the light stretch marks around her ass that the junior class men obsess over, her soft noticeable, but not as pronounce belly poked into her faded dull grey T-shirt that held her sagging orbs of flesh being held up within the outline of a Lacey black bra, tying up her dark red hair into a pony tail while holding her glasses by the rim between her soft glossy lips.*
"Wait...d-did she just carpool today, crud how am I going to get her away from Vanderburg!?" You growl and cover your mouth upon hearing how loud you just stated that and turned your back to the two with a light swing of your backpack to rethink things, as much as you could jut wait it out till they split, that might provide too much time for Taylor or Michael and his band of shallow thugs to arrive at school and make their rounds for the usual victims...till a light little idea pops within your noggin.
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