Raychelle wanted nothing more than to be basic. It would be a lie, of course. Her parents couldn't pay the rent, her clothes had holes put there by wear (not the clothing stores), and she wasn't allowed to have makeup at home. She was anything but.
BettyAnne and her crew of little ladies had just figured this out. Raychelle's dad had heard about the mean little ladies and couldn't stop himself from intervening last week.
"Where's your daddy now, RaySHIT!" BettyAnne yelled at her after last period when Raychelle was going to track practice. BettyAnne was a rich-pisser. Her mom was a doctor and her dad had money from awhile ago. Family money only seems to grow. "Heard that asshole is gonna go to jail for what he did to me!" BettyAnne sniffed in the tear that was begging to come out
and shrugged her shoulders.
Raychelle found her voice, but it had nothing nice to say, "He'll get out and fuck you up again you BITCH!"
Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. The little ladies were on Raychelle immediately. They pinned her arms behind her back and grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back so she had to look down to see forward.
"He's NEVER coming out! Your daddy's a deadbeat, a taker, and an evil bad man and he's gonna die in prison if my daddy's got anything to s--"
Raychelle swung her leg up and kicked BettyAnne right in the pussy. It didn't hurt like balls, but it hurt. But BettyAnne was more shocked and sore than hurt. She sputtered in disgust as her little ladies lost their grip and looked for guidance. Raychelle wriggled out and began to run away. But before she was too far, she turned around to spit a sassy, "Grow a pair, maybe you'll feel something next time!" and spun away.
BettyAnne shoved away her ladies. She rose holding her crotch. "Why'd she get AWAY?1 You SLUTS!" But she didn't really care, she just didn't like that she looked bad. She wanted to sit down.
Raychelle, meanwhile, kept running. No one was chasing her, but she was running fast! And it felt good to run. She found herself off campus in the wildflower field before she knew it.
She'd never been camping before. It felt like a basic thing to do. So she laid down in the flowers on her side and felt her heart keep running. She heard the bell signalling the start of after-school activities, but she didn't get up. Her heart soon cooled to a light jog and the May sun lulled her to sleep.
In her sleep, she wept and was so, so happy she could cry. It was a short nap, but resting. She woke to find the day ending and her legs sore in a bad way. She should've stretched.
BettyAnne and her crew of little ladies had just figured this out. Raychelle's dad had heard about the mean little ladies and couldn't stop himself from intervening last week.
"Where's your daddy now, RaySHIT!" BettyAnne yelled at her after last period when Raychelle was going to track practice. BettyAnne was a rich-pisser. Her mom was a doctor and her dad had money from awhile ago. Family money only seems to grow. "Heard that asshole is gonna go to jail for what he did to me!" BettyAnne sniffed in the tear that was begging to come out
and shrugged her shoulders.
Raychelle found her voice, but it had nothing nice to say, "He'll get out and fuck you up again you BITCH!"
Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. The little ladies were on Raychelle immediately. They pinned her arms behind her back and grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back so she had to look down to see forward.
"He's NEVER coming out! Your daddy's a deadbeat, a taker, and an evil bad man and he's gonna die in prison if my daddy's got anything to s--"
Raychelle swung her leg up and kicked BettyAnne right in the pussy. It didn't hurt like balls, but it hurt. But BettyAnne was more shocked and sore than hurt. She sputtered in disgust as her little ladies lost their grip and looked for guidance. Raychelle wriggled out and began to run away. But before she was too far, she turned around to spit a sassy, "Grow a pair, maybe you'll feel something next time!" and spun away.
BettyAnne shoved away her ladies. She rose holding her crotch. "Why'd she get AWAY?1 You SLUTS!" But she didn't really care, she just didn't like that she looked bad. She wanted to sit down.
Raychelle, meanwhile, kept running. No one was chasing her, but she was running fast! And it felt good to run. She found herself off campus in the wildflower field before she knew it.
She'd never been camping before. It felt like a basic thing to do. So she laid down in the flowers on her side and felt her heart keep running. She heard the bell signalling the start of after-school activities, but she didn't get up. Her heart soon cooled to a light jog and the May sun lulled her to sleep.
In her sleep, she wept and was so, so happy she could cry. It was a short nap, but resting. She woke to find the day ending and her legs sore in a bad way. She should've stretched.