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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Family_Ties-_take_off_your_clothes</id>
		<title>Family Ties- take off your clothes</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jacob smiled as he spoke, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;ok, yeah I know a way you can help?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He eyed you up and down as he continued leadingly,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;you’ll do anything to help me right&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You smiled back as you responded,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;of course how can I help?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob nodded at you enthusiasmn before answering bluntly,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok, strip&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know, strip, take off your clothes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You feel hot as your face blushes hard, you can’t help ignore that his request excites you a little bit, but did your older brother really just ask you to take off you’re clothes? You can't help asking for him to clarify,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;um all my clothes Jacob?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled wider and nod affirmingly as he answered,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[FFamily_Ties- You did say you’d help so strip for Jacob ]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- this is going to far say no]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Family Ties]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Family_Ties/Jessica_Jacob_ask_if_he_needs_help</id>
		<title>Family Ties/Jessica Jacob ask if he needs help</title>
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				<updated>2022-04-29T01:08:31Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You waited for Jacob to do whatever he was supposed to be doing but he didn't seem ready to start anytime soon. You placed your hands on your hips as you pouted at him,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Geez, how long do you need to prepare? Get started already!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob looked at you and sighed as he replied,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, this is awkward enough to do with you around, harking me won't make it happen any faster.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You raised your eyebrows, your anger appeased slightly as Jacob really does look rather uncomfortable. Finally, you decided to ask,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So... you need some help with that?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well... kind of?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay, I'll help you then. What do I need to do?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He asks you to:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[FFamily_Ties- use your hands like he was|use your hands like he was]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- take off your clothes|take off your clothes]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- give Jacob a blowjob|give him a blowjob]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties-nothing, just watch Jacob|nothing, just watch with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Family Ties|Jessica Jacob ask if he needs help]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Family_Ties-_give_him_a_blowjob</id>
		<title>Family Ties- give him a blowjob</title>
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				<updated>2022-04-29T01:07:25Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jacob scratches his chin with his index finger as he looks at you, seemingly wondering if he should really takes your offer. After about a minute of deliberation, he finally speaks to you somewhat unsurely, &amp;quot;Well... can you... umm... give me a blowjob?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You tilts your head slightly to the side in response, not quite understanding what he means, &amp;quot;What's a blowjob? Will it really help?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob nods strongly at you as he answered back, &amp;quot;Absolutely, and it's very easy too. Come on, I'll teach you. First, you need to get down in front of me....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nods back as you gets down from your seat and kneels in front of Jacob, right between his spread legs. Instantly, you notices that you're now eye level with his erection right in front of your face. You raises your head slightly to look at Jacob as you waits for the next instruction.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob grins in satisfaction as looks at you before he grabs your hands and wraps your fingers around his dick. You nearly yelps in surprise as you feels the hot meat rod pulsating under your hands as if it is alive. While you're fascinated by the thing, Jacobs gives you the next instruction, &amp;quot;Now, you have to move your hands up and down my dick. Don't grip it too hard but don't let it go either, just move your hands slowly for now....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, you follows his instruction and begins moving your hands up and down the length. You never really sees anyone's dick before but you think that Jacob's might be quite large for his age. Afterall, it is still longer than both your hands gripping it together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you moves your hands back and forth, you hears Jacob groaning with low sound as if he's holding back something. On the other hand, you also feels that the thing in your grip is getting hotter, harder and bigger the more you rubs it. Moreover, somekind of thin, clear liquid comes out of the tiny hole at the tip.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, you hear Jacob speaking to you again, &amp;quot;Okay, that's enough. You can let go of it, now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You slowly lets go of his dick, feeling somewhat disappointed as you thinks to yourself, 'that's it? that's so boring...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, soon you feels Jacob gripping the side of your head with both hands before pulling your face closer to his dick. You looks up at him for explanation but he simply grins as he speaks to you, &amp;quot;Open your mouth.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you obediently opens your mouth despite the questions you're having, Jacob releases one of his hands from your head and wraps it around his dick. At the same time, his other hand pulls your face even closer to his dick until the tip is touching your lips. You hears Jacob's voice from above you as he speaks again, &amp;quot;Put it in your mouth and lick it. Just pretend that it's a lolipop... but don't bite on it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, you understands what he means by &amp;quot;Blowjob&amp;quot; and immediately you considers stopping right there, afterall putting his pee-pee inside your mouth feels a little gross. However, another part of you, the more dominant one, is saying that since you've gone so far, might as well finish it... besides your purpose was to bond with Jacob to begin with. Therefore, you slowly inserts the meat rod into your mouth with Jacob helping you by guiding it inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Soon enough, you has most of the thing in your mouth and you begins to lick on it as instructed. The thing inside you feels warm inside your mouth and the liquid coming out of the tip was a little salty but it isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before you knows it, instinct takes over as you begins to suck on it on top of licking it, causing Jacob to groan in pleasure. In fact, you feels that Jacob has also started to move his hips back and forth while matching the timing of your sucking and licking. In response, you also bops your head back and forth to match the timing, causing him to groan even louder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After what feels like a long time, your jaw is starting to get tired from being kept open for too long but Jacob's hands holding your head prevents you from pulling out. In fact, the hands keeps forcing you to move faster and stronger while Jacob's groans grows stronger and more rapid. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, you feels Jacob pulls you strongly, nearly causing you to gag as his dick nearly goes down all the way to your throat. Before you manages to make a protesting sound, you feels Jacob groans loudly as something thick, sticky, hot and bitter is filling your mouth copiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time you really gags from the unexpected taste but Jacob's hands forces you in place until he finishes ejaculating. The dick in your mouth prevents you from gagging but at the same time, it also forces more cum into your mouth than it's capable of containing. Left with no other choice, you instinctively forced to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is nearly a minute later before Jacob finally releases his grip on your head and you waste no time pulling the dick out of your mouth. You glares at him as you tries to wipe the cum dribbling out of your mouth with your hands. However, some of the cum drips on your clothes, leaving a stain on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob on the other hand grins at you as he speaks, &amp;quot;What? Come on, it can't be that bad. I've seen girls enjoying it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You still glares at him but has to admit that it really wasn't that bad. It was more... unexpected than anything else, really. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, what next?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- Jacob tells Jessica to bend over|He tells you to bend over]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- Jacob decides to stop|Stop before its too late]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Family Ties]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: FT Jessica]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/FFamily_Ties-_You_did_say_you%E2%80%99d_help_so_strip_for_Jacob</id>
		<title>FFamily Ties- You did say you’d help so strip for Jacob</title>
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				<updated>2022-04-29T01:02:59Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Your blushed deeper as you pondered on your next action. You didn't expect him to actually ask you to take off your clothes in front of him. However, you did promise to do anythi…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your blushed deeper as you pondered on your next action. You didn't expect him to actually ask you to take off your clothes in front of him. However, you did promise to do anything to help him and your parents always told you that one musn't break a promise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, you grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head before putting it aside, leaving only a pair of strawberry print panties on you. You then slipped a finger in the elastic band and lowered the panties down before taking it off completely and put it aside with your dress.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You gingerly wrapped your arm around your chest and the other covering your peehole as you asked Jacob,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob scratched his chin, looking somewhat flustered. It seemed that he didn't really expect you to actually go through with it,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- give him a blowjob|give him a blowjob]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- Let him touch you|Let him touch you]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Family_Ties-_take_off_your_clothes</id>
		<title>Family Ties- take off your clothes</title>
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				<updated>2022-04-29T00:50:35Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jacob smiled as he spoke, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;ok, yeah I know a way you can help?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He eyed you up and down as he continued leadingly,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;you’ll do anything to help me right&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You smiled back as you responded,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;of course how can I help?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob nodded at you enthusiasmn before answering bluntly,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok, strip&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know, strip, take off your clothes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You feel hot as your face blushes hard, you can’t help ignore that his request excites you a little bit, but did your older brother really just ask you to take off you’re clothes? You can't help asking for him to clarify,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;um all my close Jacob?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled wider and nod affirmingly as he answered,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[FFamily_Ties- You did say you’d help so strip for Jacob ]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- this is going to far say no]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Family Ties]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Family_Ties/Jessica_Jacob_ask_if_he_needs_help</id>
		<title>Family Ties/Jessica Jacob ask if he needs help</title>
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				<updated>2022-04-29T00:44:58Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You waited for Jacob to do whatever he was supposed to be doing but he didn't seem ready to start anytime soon. You placed your hands on your hips as you pouted at him,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Geez, how long do you need to prepare? Get started already!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob looked at you and sighed as he replied,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, this is awkward enough to do with you around, harking me won't make it happen any faster.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You raised your eyebrows, your anger appeased slightly as Jacob really does look rather uncomfortable. Finally, you decided to ask,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So... you need some help with that?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well... kind of?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay, I'll help you then. What do I need to do?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He asks you to:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[FFamily_Ties- use your hands like he was|use your hands like he was]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- take off your clothes|take off your clothes]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties- give him a blowjob|give him a blowjob]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Family_Ties-nothing, just watch him|nothing, just watch with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Family Ties|Jessica Jacob ask if he needs help]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Fast_Forward:_At_home</id>
		<title>HSFC: Fast Forward: At home</title>
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				<updated>2022-04-28T12:35:19Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You got down from the school bus and headed straight for your house. With habitual ease, you unlocked the front door with you keys before entering the house proper.   The first t…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You got down from the school bus and headed straight for your house. With habitual ease, you unlocked the front door with you keys before entering the house proper. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first thing you saw as you entered was your mother sitting in front of the kitchen table with a familiar book laid open in front of her and a pen in her hand as she balanced the family's budget. Noticing your presence, your mother looked up from the book as she greeted you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome home, dear. What happened to your leg?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You quickly gave her the brief rundown of what happened at school, leaving the bit that you asked Tim for his number. Your mother sighed as she placed her pen down,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That's why I was worried about you joining the cheerleader... I knew you'd attract attention from troublemakers....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You rolled your eyes as you replied,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mom, it's not something that happen everyday. It's just this jerk can't differentiate between cheerleaders and sluts...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Language, young lady!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shrugged at her warning but correct yourself anyway as you continued,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right, sorry. Anyway, he's mentally challenged is what I mean. Anyway, Mrs. Parsons caught him and he's dealt with.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your mother nodded in understanding before picking up her pen once again as she turne back the balance book before her. Understanding that the conversation is over, you headed for the stairs heading to the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You went straight to your room, putting down your school bag on the side and pondered what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Do your homework]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Call Tim]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Strip and Masturbate]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Go to the mall]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Status=Flustered|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Try_to_explain</id>
		<title>HSFC: Try to explain</title>
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				<updated>2022-04-28T12:06:16Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You raised your arms to show him that you mean no harm as you tried to explain,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No no no, I promise. It’s just… umm… right… why did you help me?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim raised his eyebrows as he looked at you funny but answered anyway,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It was the right thing to do, what else? Wait, how is this about me again?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nodded in response before answering him,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Well, that’s exactly why I want to exchange number with you. It’s the right thing to do.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim knitted his eyebrows as he crossed his arms over his chest,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You unconsciously gulped as you realized that his crossing his arms actually made his arm muscles more pronounced, once again reminding you that he wasn’t not as frail as he looked,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘If only he’d lose that dark rings around his eyes… they’re obscuring his eyes… and probably with some simple haircut… he’d be pretty decent… more than just decent, actually….’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were snapped out of your thought when you heard Tim snapping his fingers at you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey princess, I haven’t got all day here. If you wanna talk, then talk… otherwise, I’m out of here.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Realizing that you’ve been caught checking him out, you can’t help blushing which you quickly tried to cover with some forced awkward cough,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Look, I just mean exactly what I said. You helped me although we don’t know each other that well. So I thought we should get to know each other better?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim paused for a moment as if trying to decide if you’re telling the truth. Finally, he shrugged as he spoke,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Well, whatever… it’s 222XXXXXXX.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You entered his number then turned back to him,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“House phone?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim shrugged as he replied,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Not all of us can afford a Nokia.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Right… sorry….”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t mind it. Well, if that’s all, bye.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You watched Tim turned the door and exited the infirmary while you followed not long after. You still needed to ask for leave from the cheerleading couch before leaving for home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Fast Forward: At home]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: To the field to see the couch]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Status=Flustered|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Try_to_explain</id>
		<title>HSFC: Try to explain</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-04T04:26:51Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You raised your arms to show him that you mean no harm as you tried to explain,  “No no no, I promise. It’s just… umm… right… why did you help me?”  Tim raised his ey…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You raised your arms to show him that you mean no harm as you tried to explain,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No no no, I promise. It’s just… umm… right… why did you help me?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim raised his eyebrows as he looked at you funny but answered anyway,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It was the right thing to do, what else? Wait, how is this about me again?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nodded in response before answering him,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Well, that’s exactly why I want to exchange number with you. It’s the right thing to do.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim knitted his eyebrows as he crossed his arms over his chest,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You unconsciously gulped as you realized that his crossing his arms actually made his arm muscles more pronounced, once again reminding you that he wasn’t not as frail as he looked,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘If only he’d lose that dark rings around his eyes… they’re obscuring his eyes… and probably with some simple haircut… he’d be pretty decent… more than just decent, actually….’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were snapped out of your thought when you heard Tim snapping his fingers at you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey princess, I haven’t got all day here. If you wanna talk, then talk… otherwise, I’m out of here.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Realizing that you’ve been caught checking him out, you can’t help blushing which you quickly tried to cover with some forced awkward cough,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Look, I just mean exactly what I said. You helped me although we don’t know each other that well. So I thought we should get to know each other better?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim paused for a moment as if trying to decide if you’re telling the truth. Finally, he shrugged as he spoke,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Well, whatever… it’s 222XXXXXXX.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You entered his number then turned back to him,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“House phone?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim shrugged as he replied,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Not all of us can afford a Nokia.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Right… sorry….”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t mind it. Well, if that’s all, bye.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You watched Tim turned the door and exited the infirmary while you followed not long after. You still needed to ask for leave from the cheerleading couch before leaving for home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Fast Forward: At home]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: To the field to see the couch]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Family_Ties-_give_him_a_blowjob</id>
		<title>Family Ties- give him a blowjob</title>
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				<updated>2019-03-19T15:33:31Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Jacob scratches his chin with his index finger as he looks at you, seemingly wondering if he should really takes your offer. After about a minute of deliberation, he finally spea…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jacob scratches his chin with his index finger as he looks at you, seemingly wondering if he should really takes your offer. After about a minute of deliberation, he finally speaks to you somewhat unsurely, &amp;quot;Well... can you... umm... give me a blowjob?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You tilts your head slightly to the side in response, not quite understanding what he means, &amp;quot;What's a blowjob? Will it really help?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob nods strongly at you as he answered back, &amp;quot;Absolutely, and it's very easy too. Come on, I'll teach you. First, you need to get down in front of me....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nods back as you gets down from your seat and kneels in front of Jacob, right between his spread legs. Instantly, you notices that you're now eye level with his erection right in front of your face. You raises your head slightly to look at Jacob as you waits for the next instruction.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob grins in satisfaction as looks at you before he grabs your hands and wraps your fingers around his dick. You nearly yelps in surprise as you feels the hot meat rod pulsating under your hands as if it is alive. While you're fascinated by the thing, Jacobs gives you the next instruction, &amp;quot;Now, you have to move your hands up and down my dick. Don't grip it too hard but don't let it go either, just move your hands slowly for now....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, you follows his instruction and begins moving your hands up and down the length. You never really sees anyone's dick before but you think that Jacob's might be quite large for his age. Afterall, it is still longer than both your hands gripping it together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you moves your hands back and forth, you hears Jacob groaning with low sound as if he's holding back something. On the other hand, you also feels that the thing in your grip is getting hotter, harder and bigger the more you rubs it. Moreover, somekind of thin, clear liquid comes out of the tiny hole at the tip.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, you hear Jacob speaking to you again, &amp;quot;Okay, that's enough. You can let go of it, now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You slowly lets go of his dick, feeling somewhat disappointed as you thinks to yourself, 'that's it? that's so boring...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, soon you feels Jacob gripping the side of your head with both hands before pulling your face closer to his dick. You looks up at him for explanation but he simply grins as he speaks to you, &amp;quot;Open your mouth.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you obediently opens your mouth despite the questions you're having, Jacob releases one of his hands from your head and wraps it around his dick. At the same time, his other hand pulls your face even closer to his dick until the tip is touching your lips. You hears Jacob's voice from above you as he speaks again, &amp;quot;Put it in your mouth and lick it. Just pretend that it's a lolipop... but don't bite on it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, you understands what he means by &amp;quot;Blowjob&amp;quot; and immediately you considers stopping right there, afterall putting his pee-pee inside your mouth feels a little gross. However, another part of you, the more dominant one, is saying that since you've gone so far, might as well finish it... besides your purpose was to bond with Jacob to begin with. Therefore, you slowly inserts the meat rod into your mouth with Jacob helping you by guiding it inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Soon enough, you has most of the thing in your mouth and you begins to lick on it as instructed. The thing inside you feels warm inside your mouth and the liquid coming out of the tip was a little salty but it isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before you knows it, instinct takes over as you begins to suck on it on top of licking it, causing Jacob to groan in pleasure. In fact, you feels that Jacob has also started to move his hips back and forth while matching the timing of your sucking and licking. In response, you also bops your head back and forth to match the timing, causing him to groan even louder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After what feels like a long time, your jaw is starting to get tired from being kept open for too long but Jacob's hands holding your head prevents you from pulling out. In fact, the hands keeps forcing you to move faster and stronger while Jacob's groans grows stronger and more rapid. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, you feels Jacob pulls you strongly, nearly causing you to gag as his dick nearly goes down all the way to your throat. Before you manages to make a protesting sound, you feels Jacob groans loudly as something thick, sticky, hot and bitter is filling your mouth copiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time you really gags from the unexpected taste but Jacob's hands forces you in place until he finishes ejaculating. The dick in your mouth prevents you from gagging but at the same time, it also forces more cum into your mouth than it's capable of containing. Left with no other choice, you instinctively forced to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is nearly a minute later before Jacob finally releases his grip on your head and you waste no time pulling the dick out of your mouth. You glares at him as you tries to wipe the cum dribbling out of your mouth with your hands. However, some of the cum drips on your clothes, leaving a stain on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob on the other hand grins at you as he speaks, &amp;quot;What? Come on, it can't be that bad. I've seen girls enjoying it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You still glares at him but has to admit that it really wasn't that bad. It was more... unexpected than anything else, really. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, what next?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Family Ties]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: FT Jessica]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Makes_you_want_more_fox_cock</id>
		<title>Makes you want more fox cock</title>
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				<updated>2019-03-18T15:04:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Seeing that the fox is still raring to go for more, who are you to complain? While the previous session was great, it wasn't enough to satisfy you. So you flips your body so that…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Seeing that the fox is still raring to go for more, who are you to complain? While the previous session was great, it wasn't enough to satisfy you. So you flips your body so that you're on your hands and knees with you pussy facing the fox. You lowered your upper half until it was just barely touching the ground while keeping your butt high in the air, taking the submissive pose toward it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You waited for a few minutes for the fox to take action yet received none, so you gingerly turned your head around to check if the creature is still there. Once you confirmed that the fox is still right where it was and still with it's raging hard on, you decided to swing your butt side to side gently, hoping to entice the beast. Sure enough, this time you sees the fox approaches.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sees the fox raising itself on it's hind legs before resting its fore limbs on your back as if it's getting ready to straddle you. It takes the fox several tries to adjust its position and the creature's cock brushing against your entrance everytime it moves is driving you up the wall. You're so close to considering to just reaches out and grabs the cock to guide it to your cunt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fortunately, the fox seems to finally gets the hang of it and wastes no time slamming its hips forward. You feels your pussy being spread open and filled to the brim by the fox' hot meat rod. Without even a fraction of a second wait, the cock inside you moved back and forth with great speed and force incomparable to before. You moans and screams uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm shakes your entire being, threatening to destroy what is left of your consciousness while the fox seems care even less about it. Suddenly, you feels the base of the fox's dick swells in size, forcing your inside stretched more than ever. You grits your teeth partly in pain but mostly in pleasure as the fox pounds you even faster and harder than before as it is reaching for climax.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the fox releases a long howl as you feels something extremely hot being poured inside you. You arches back as you releases a scream of your own as you feels your inside being filled to the brim and more as the fox continues to pour its essence into your womb seemingly endlessly, only the knot locking the two of you together blocking it from spilling out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only after what feels like hours of torturous pleasure beyond human description that the knot began to shrink, allowing the fox to pull its dick out of you with a soft &amp;quot;pop&amp;quot;. Instantly, the moment the dick is no longer plugging your hole, the liquid inside you sprayed out explosively out of your entrance.  You threw your head back as you revels on the sensation of your womb expelling the excess liquid that couldn't be contained inside you. Finally, you collapses on the ground, utterly exhausted and nearly passed out. Still, you remember's the fox's presence. You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Tries to get away]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wants EVEN MORE fox cock]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Fox Session 2 | Just pass out]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[A Hiking Trail]]''|Health=Horny &amp;amp; Hormonal|MP=0|Level=1}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Asks_Tim_his_number</id>
		<title>HSFC: Asks Tim his number</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Asks_Tim_his_number"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T09:37:04Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You snaps back to reality and this time even blush slightly at being caught before finally you remembers something. You quickly reaches into your pocket and takes out your mobile phone as you asks him, &amp;quot;Can we exchange numbers?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, Tim raises his eyebrows, most likely shocked at the out-of-character and out-of-the-blue request. His eyes suddenly narrows as he speaks, his voice clearly says that he's suspecting you, &amp;quot;What are you planning?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shocked at the sudden coldness lacing his words, you can't help but wonder if you had said something wrong as you stutter slightly as you answers, &amp;quot;No... nothing. I just... thought maybe we can... umm... hang out... or something.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You unconsciously gulps nervously as Tim's mood seem to worsen even further while you're not even sure which part of you request had offended him. His tone is ice cold and sharp as blade as he replies, &amp;quot;So you can humiliate and make fun of me in front of your clique? Don't screw with me! What do you take me for? an idiot?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, you realizes where you had gone wrong. You're the popular school cheerleader and he's the relatively outcast nerd, one of the unpopular kids so to speak. Practically polar opposite social circle, little to no interaction before to boot and suddenly you’re asking his number?  Of course, he'd be suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Part of you is hurt that he would think that of you but you have to admit, now that you think about it, that he certainly has the right to be so. So you….&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Changes your mind]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Try to explain]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Guilt trip him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Asks_Tim_his_number</id>
		<title>HSFC: Asks Tim his number</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Asks_Tim_his_number"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T09:35:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You snaps back to reality and this time even blush slightly at being caught before finally you remembers something. You quickly reaches into your pocket and takes out your mobile phone as you asks him, &amp;quot;Can we exchange numbers?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, Tim raises his eyebrows, most likely shocked at the out-of-character and out-of-the-blue request. His eyes suddenly narrows as he speaks, his voice clearly says that he's suspecting you, &amp;quot;What are you planning?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shocked at the sudden coldness lacing his words, you can't help but wonder if you had said something wrong as you stutter slightly as you answers, &amp;quot;No... nothing. I just... thought maybe we can... umm... hang out... or something.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You unconsciously gulps nervously as Tim's mood seem to worsen even further while you're not even sure which part of you request had offended him. His tone is ice cold and sharp as blade as he replies, &amp;quot;So you can humiliate and make fun of me in front of your clique? Don't screw with me! What do you take me for? an idiot?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, you realizes where you had gone wrong. You're the popular school cheerleader and he's the relatively outcast nerd, one of the unpopular kids so to speak. Practically polar opposite social circle, little to no interaction before to boot and suddenly you’re asking his number?  Of course, he'd be suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Part of you is hurt that he would think that of you but you have to admit, now that you think about it, that he certainly has the right to be so. So you….&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Changes your mind]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Try to explain]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Stop_him</id>
		<title>HSFC: Stop him</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T07:27:20Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Wait!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim's hand stops as he is about to turn the door knob. He turns to look at you with somewhat confused look as if wordlessly asking why you called him. Unfortunately, now that you realizes it, you aren't quite sure why you called out to him either.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, you notice that his expression starts to look slightly annoyed as he speaks, &amp;quot;What is it? I don't get all day, here.&amp;quot; Suddenly feeling quite nervous and embarassed about it, you answers him, &amp;quot;Ah... umm... I just want to say... thank you... again... for helping me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim raises his eyebrows slightly, clearly isn't quite expecting to be thanked before finally nodding, &amp;quot;Don't mind it. I've been wanting to sock him for ever anyway, that and a man hitting a girl because of bruised pride was too low even for him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, it is your eyebrows turn to rise as you looks at the school nerd with newfound respect. He probably was just quoting a line from one of his game or whatever. Considering the situation as it is though, you have to admit it was kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing that you're so shocked that you're speechless, he speaks again, &amp;quot;Anything else or can I go home now, princess?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Asks Tim his number]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Let him go home]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available</id>
		<title>Doctor isn't available</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T07:24:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just out for a short while. Tim Robbins guides you to the bed and sits you on the edge with your legs dangling freely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that your leg can now rests as you wait for the doctor to return, you noticed that your companion is rummaging through the supply cabinet. Confused with what he is doing, you observes him for a while before he comes back to you with a roll of bandage, cotton bud, antiseptic and a scissors. You raised your eyebrows as he pulls a chair in front of you before sitting on top of it, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy doesn't even look up as he opens the antiseptic and applies it to your wound, you hisses slightly from the sharp pain, as he answered, &amp;quot;First Aid.&amp;quot; Your eyebrow rises up to your hairline as you asked incredulously, &amp;quot;First aid? Do you even know what you're doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, Tim does raise his face to look at you before rolling his eyes silently as he lowers them once again, &amp;quot;I has plenty of practice.&amp;quot; as he continues his work, you has to admit that it DOES look like he knows what he's doing. Once he finishes applying the antiseptic, he unrolls the bandage and wraps it around your bruise tight enough for it not to unravel by itself but not so tight that you'd be feeling uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He finishes up the treatment by putting the last strip of the bandage into a knot to make sure that it won't slip off before standing up, &amp;quot;Try standing up, now.&amp;quot; Still in shock, you slowly gets down from the bed unto the floor... and your surprise raises another notch as you relize its not longer hurting. You looks up and notices that Tim already has his school bag on his shoulder as he speaks, &amp;quot;the discoloring might stay for a few more days but you should be able to move around okay by tomorrow though I suggest taking time off from cheerleading until its healed completely. Well, see ya.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stare and follows Tim with your eyes, still too shocked to believe what has happened. You snaps out of your shock when you sees him turning the knob of the door to exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Don't stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_to_the_infirmary,_with_some_help</id>
		<title>Go to the infirmary, with some help</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T07:20:43Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your injuries are throbbing and seem to be growing dark colored by the minute. You tries to stand up but finds yourself unable to put strength on your injured leg, it seem to be much more serious than it looks. Suddenly, a hand appears on your field of vision followed by a masculine voice, &amp;quot;Need help?&amp;quot; causing you to look up to see who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you recognize who is the person offering you help, you can't help but feel touched and continually having to change your judgement on the resident goth. Hell, you already had to with how he floored the jerk, you never know that he can throw punch much less strong enough to beat a notorious delinquent to the floor. You give him a small smile as you takes the offered hand, &amp;quot;Yes, thanks... and umm... also for saving me....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim simply nods in response and he puts one of your arm around his shoulder as he half-carries you toward the infirmary. As your arm is around him, you can't help but take notice that underneath his clothing, you can feel some real muscle... it seems that this goth isn't as frail as he looks at the first glance....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With his help, you finally reaches the infirmary, you knocks on the door and waits for response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Doctor is available]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Doctor isn't available]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help</id>
		<title>Unexpected help</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T07:15:51Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You whirl around and knee the jerk in the groin. He gasps and doubles over in pain. &amp;quot;I'm not interested in you, jerkface. Now make like a tree and leave.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bitch!&amp;quot; he growls, still bent over. &amp;quot;I oughta slug you one!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go ahead and try. You don't have the guts to take a swing at me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He straightens up. &amp;quot;Oh, yeah? Take this!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He swings his fist at your face. You drop into a crouch and his hand makes contact with the locker behind you. He lets out a growl and kicks at you, his foot smashing into your leg. You cries out in pain and falls to the ground while the deliquent smirks as he prepares for another attack.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, the deliquent is forcefully turned around as someone pulls him by the shoulder before a fist connects with his face. The hit sends him reeling but doesn't fall, however the new assailant is far from finished. A kick to the deliquent's stomach followed by another punch to the head finally sends him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if on cue, Mrs. Parsons steps next to the fallen jerk and grabs him by the shoulder, &amp;quot;You're in big trouble, young man,&amp;quot; Mrs. Parsons says sternly, her hand clamping down on his shoulder. &amp;quot;Assaulting a girl? That's detention for at least a month. You'll probably be suspended as well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns to face her even with his abused and bruised face. &amp;quot;But... but...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You were harassing her all day in class, too,&amp;quot; she adds. &amp;quot;I'll make sure you learn how to take no for an answer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You don't envy him. Mrs. Parsons' punishments are known to be severe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the stern woman turns to your savior, so are you and your eyes widen as you recognize him, before speaking again, &amp;quot;You, Mr. Robbins, on the other hand, is VERY lucky that I saw the whole thing. We don't condone violence in this school but taking circumstances into account, I will turn the other way JUST this once.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock at the identity of your savior, Tim Robbins, you nearly misses Mrs. Parsons addressing you last and just barely able to respond. &amp;quot;I suggest you have that bruise looked after.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go hang out with the other cheerleaders]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to the infirmary, with some help]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go home, do your homework, and put some ice on your bruises]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Look_around_for_help</id>
		<title>Look around for help</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T07:10:38Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You look around for help but notice that most of the other students are looking away from your situation or pretends not to notice, the guy is a notorious bully afterall. You also feel him starting to grind his manhood on your behind, this guy is serious and you know there's little you can do to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That is not to say that you has no fighting chance however. The male is underestimating you, you has a clear target, you has the element of surprise and most importantly, You notice Mrs. Parsons, the strictest teacher in school, approaching from behind him and he doesn't seem to notice. If you are going to fight back, the time is now....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stand firm, your face having a panicked look on it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Nod and go with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Unexpected help]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Head_into_school,_it_is_time_for_first_period</id>
		<title>Head into school, it is time for first period</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T07:09:37Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The first few classes pass without incident.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In third period the delinquent of the class is staring at you, making blow job motions with his mouth, but you just ignore him and concentrate on the subject material. You can feel your face getting red, and you hear the boy laughing and snickering. The teacher gives a stern look, which appears to be enough to settle him down. You find yourself a bit worried though, you have this jerk in other classes as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fifth period arrives and the two of you are back in the same class. You glance over to see him looking at you and making a subtle grinding movement with his groin. It feels like just a repeat of the previous time, you get red, he laughs, the teacher gives a stern look. You wonder what the hell is this guys problem today, and just wish this day would be done already.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After seventh period (In sixth period that pervert was up to crap again), you head to your locker.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finishing up put away your things, you suddenly are pressed against it as you feel someone pressing up behind you. A hand starts groping your breast, and another presses against your skirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I've been wanting this all day baby,&amp;quot; You hear an arrogant voice whisper in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You feel his erection pressing up against you. It feels oddly familiar, like from earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Come on baby, let's go have some fun!&amp;quot; He motions toward the male bathroom that happens to be right next to your locker.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stand firm, your face having a panicked look on it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Attempt to sputter out words of protest]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Nod and go with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Look around for help]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Just_sit_wherever,_and_enjoy_a_normal_ride_to_school</id>
		<title>Just sit wherever, and enjoy a normal ride to school</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T07:08:46Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Hey, what can you do, it is not like every trip to school you are going to have to make some life or death decision. It looks like today is just another regular day, and you stare absentmindedly out the window until the bus rolls to a stop at the school. The students pile out, crowding against each other. For a split second you feel a bulge pressing up against you from behind, but you hurry out of the bus and put it out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Head into school, it is time for first period]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You have a little while before you have to be in class, you might as well go hang out by your locker]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Just_wave_back_and_keep_running</id>
		<title>Just wave back and keep running</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T07:08:13Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You really don't have the time for him right now. Besides, who knows what sort of drama could pop up if you two started talking again. You just wave and keep on running. As you continue on your run, you notice what looks like some bum passed out on a bench, beer bottles all around. Another reminder as to why you prefer running in the morning instead of later in the day. You arrive back right in time to finish up your morning routine and be ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just sit wherever, and enjoy a normal ride to school| You get on your school bus and just sit wherever, and enjoy a normal ride to school]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[stay home from school]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=School Uniform}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Asks_Tim_his_number</id>
		<title>HSFC: Asks Tim his number</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T05:06:21Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You snaps back to reality and this time even blush slightly at being caught before finally you remembers something. You quickly reaches into your pocket and takes out your mobile…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You snaps back to reality and this time even blush slightly at being caught before finally you remembers something. You quickly reaches into your pocket and takes out your mobile phone as you asks him, &amp;quot;Can we exchange numbers?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, Tim raises his eyebrows, most likely shocked at the out-of-character and out-of-the-blue request. His eyes suddenly narrows as he speaks, his voice clearly says that he's suspecting you, &amp;quot;What are you planning?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shocked at the sudden coldness lacing his words, you can't help but wonder if you had said something wrong as you stutter slightly as you answers, &amp;quot;No... nothing. I just... thought maybe we can... umm... hang out... or something.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You unconsciously gulps nervously as Tim's mood seem to worsen even further while you're not even sure which part of you request had offended him. His tone is ice cold and sharp as blade as he replies, &amp;quot;So you can humiliate and make fun of me in front of your clique? Don't screw with me! What do you take me for? an idiot?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, you realizes where you had gone wrong. You're the popular school cheerleader and he's the relatively outcast nerd, one of the unpopular kids so to speak. Practically polar opposite social circle, little to no interaction before to boot and suddenly you’re asking his number?  Of course, he'd be suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Part of you is hurt that he would think that of you but you have to admit, now that you think about it, that he certainly has the right to be so. So you….&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Changes your mind]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Try to explain]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Hight_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary</id>
		<title>Hight School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T05:00:26Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Blanked the page&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/HSFC:_Stop_him</id>
		<title>HSFC: Stop him</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T05:00:16Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;Wait!&amp;quot;  Tim's hand stops as he is about to turn the door knob. He turns to look at you with somewhat confused look as if wordlessly asking why you called him. Unfortunately, now…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Wait!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim's hand stops as he is about to turn the door knob. He turns to look at you with somewhat confused look as if wordlessly asking why you called him. Unfortunately, now that you realizes it, you aren't quite sure why you called out to him either.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, you notice that his expression starts to look slightly annoyed as he speaks, &amp;quot;What is it? I don't get all day, here.&amp;quot; Suddenly feeling quite nervous and embarassed about it, you answers him, &amp;quot;Ah... umm... I just want to say... thank you... for... helping me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim raises his eyebrows slightly, clearly isn't quite expecting to be thanked before finally nodding, &amp;quot;Don't mind it. I've been wanting to sock him for ever anyway, that and a man hitting a girl because of bruised pride was too low even for him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, it is your eyebrows turn to rise as you looks at the school nerd with newfound respect. He probably was just quoting a line from one of his game or whatever. Considering the situation as it is though, you have to admit it was kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing that you're so shocked that you're speechless, he speaks again, &amp;quot;Anything else or can I go home now, princess?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Asks Tim his number]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Let him go home]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available</id>
		<title>Doctor isn't available</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T04:58:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just out for a short while. Tim Robbins guides you to the bed and sits you on the edge with your legs dangling freely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that your leg can now rests as you wait for the doctor to return, you noticed that your companion is rummaging through the supply cabinet. Confused with what he is doing, you observes him for a while before he comes back to you with a roll of bandage, cotton bud, antiseptic and a scissors. You raised your eyebrows as he pulls a chair in front of you before sitting on top of it, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy doesn't even look up as he opens the antiseptic and applies it to your wound, you hisses slightly from the sharp pain, as he answered, &amp;quot;First Aid.&amp;quot; Your eyebrow rises up to your hairline as you asked incredulously, &amp;quot;First aid? Do you even know what you're doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, Tim does raise his face to look at you before rolling his eyes silently as he lowers them once again, &amp;quot;I has plenty of practice.&amp;quot; as he continues his work, you has to admit that it DOES look like he knows what he's doing. Once he finishes applying the antiseptic, he unrolls the bandage and wraps it around your bruise tight enough for it not to unravel by itself but not so tight that you'd be feeling uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He finishes up the treatment by putting the last strip of the bandage into a knot to make sure that it won't slip off before standing up, &amp;quot;Try standing up, now.&amp;quot; Still in shock, you slowly gets down from the bed unto the floor... and your surprise raises another notch as you relize its not longer hurting. You looks up and notices that Tim already has his school bag on his shoulder as he speaks, &amp;quot;the discoloring might stay for a few more days but you should be able to move around okay by tomorrow though I suggest taking time off from cheerleading until its healed completely. Well, see ya.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stare and follows Tim with your eyes, still too shocked to believe what has happened. You snaps out of your shock when you sees him turning the knob of the door to exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HSFC: Don't stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available</id>
		<title>Doctor isn't available</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T04:55:13Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just out for a short while. Tim Robbins guides you to the bed and sits you on the edge with your legs dangling freely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that your leg can now rests as you wait for the doctor to return, you noticed that your companion is rummaging through the supply cabinet. Confused with what he is doing, you observes him for a while before he comes back to you with a roll of bandage, cotton bud, antiseptic and a scissors. You raised your eyebrows as he pulls a chair in front of you before sitting on top of it, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy doesn't even look up as he opens the antiseptic and applies it to your wound, you hisses slightly from the sharp pain, as he answered, &amp;quot;First Aid.&amp;quot; Your eyebrow rises up to your hairline as you asked incredulously, &amp;quot;First aid? Do you even know what you're doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, Tim does raise his face to look at you before rolling his eyes silently as he lowers them once again, &amp;quot;I has plenty of practice.&amp;quot; as he continues his work, you has to admit that it DOES look like he knows what he's doing. Once he finishes applying the antiseptic, he unrolls the bandage and wraps it around your bruise tight enough for it not to unravel by itself but not so tight that you'd be feeling uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He finishes up the treatment by putting the last strip of the bandage into a knot to make sure that it won't slip off before standing up, &amp;quot;Try standing up, now.&amp;quot; Still in shock, you slowly gets down from the bed unto the floor... and your surprise raises another notch as you relize its not longer hurting. You looks up and notices that Tim already has his school bag on his shoulder as he speaks, &amp;quot;the discoloring might stay for a few more days but you should be able to move around okay by tomorrow though I suggest taking time off from cheerleading until its healed completely. Well, see ya.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stare and follows Tim with your eyes, still too shocked to believe what has happened. You snaps out of your shock when you sees him turning the knob of the door to exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_to_the_infirmary,_with_some_help</id>
		<title>Go to the infirmary, with some help</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T04:53:07Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your injuries are throbbing and seem to be growing dark colored by the minute. You tries to stand up but finds yourself unable to put strength on your injured leg, it seem to be much more serious than it looks. Suddenly, a hand appears on your field of vision followed by a masculine voice, &amp;quot;Need help?&amp;quot; causing you to look up to see who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you recognize who is the person offering you help, you can't help but feel touched and continually having to change your judgement on the resident goth. Hell, you already had to with how he floored the jerk, you never know that he can throw punch much less strong enough to beat a notorious delinquent to the floor. You give him a small smile as you takes the offered hand, &amp;quot;Yes, thanks... and umm... also for saving me....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim simply nods in response and he puts one of your arm around his shoulder as he half-carries you toward the infirmary. As your arm is around him, you can't help but take notice that underneath his clothing, you can feel some real muscle... it seems that this goth isn't as frail as he looks at the first glance....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With his help, you finally reaches the infirmary, you knocks on the door and waits for response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Doctor is available]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Doctor isn't available]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help</id>
		<title>Unexpected help</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:52:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You whirl around and knee the jerk in the groin. He gasps and doubles over in pain. &amp;quot;I'm not interested in you, jerkface. Now make like a tree and leave.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bitch!&amp;quot; he growls, still bent over. &amp;quot;I oughta slug you one!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go ahead and try. You don't have the guts to take a swing at me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He straightens up. &amp;quot;Oh, yeah? Take this!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He swings his fist at your face. You drop into a crouch and his hand makes contact with the locker behind you. He lets out a growl and kicks at you, his foot smashing into your leg. You cries out in pain and falls to the ground while the deliquent smirks as he prepares for another attack.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, the deliquent is forcefully turned around as someone pulls him by the shoulder before a fist connects with his face. The hit sends him reeling but doesn't fall, however the new assailant is far from finished. A kick to the deliquent's stomach followed by another punch to the head finally sends him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if on cue, Mrs. Parsons steps next to the fallen jerk and grabs him by the shoulder, &amp;quot;You're in big trouble, young man,&amp;quot; Mrs. Parsons says sternly, her hand clamping down on his shoulder. &amp;quot;Assaulting a girl? That's detention for at least a month. You'll probably be suspended as well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns to face her even with his abused and bruised face. &amp;quot;But... but...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You were harassing her all day in class, too,&amp;quot; she adds. &amp;quot;I'll make sure you learn how to take no for an answer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You don't envy him. Mrs. Parsons' punishments are known to be severe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the stern woman turns to your savior, so are you and your eyes widen as you recognize him, before speaking again, &amp;quot;You, Mr. Robbins, on the other hand, is VERY lucky that I saw the whole thing. We don't condone violence in this school but taking circumstances into account, I will turn the other way JUST this once.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock at the identity of your savior, Tim Robbins, you nearly misses Mrs. Parsons addressing you last and just barely able to respond. &amp;quot;I suggest you have that bruise looked after.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go hang out with the other cheerleaders]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to the infirmary, with some help]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go home, do your homework, and put some ice on your bruises]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/High_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary</id>
		<title>High School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/High_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:48:30Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Blanked the page&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Hight_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary</id>
		<title>Hight School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Hight_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:46:28Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;Wait!&amp;quot;  Tim's hand stops as he is about to turn the door knob. He turns to look at you with somewhat confused look as if wordlessly asking why you called him. Unfortunately, now…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Wait!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim's hand stops as he is about to turn the door knob. He turns to look at you with somewhat confused look as if wordlessly asking why you called him. Unfortunately, now that you realizes it, you aren't quite sure why you called out to him either.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, you notice that his expression starts to look slightly annoyed as he speaks, &amp;quot;What is it? I don't get all day, here.&amp;quot; Suddenly feeling quite nervous and embarassed about it, you answers him, &amp;quot;Ah... umm... I just want to say... thank you... for... helping me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim raises his eyebrows slightly, clearly isn't quite expecting to be thanked before finally nodding, &amp;quot;Don't mind it. I've been wanting to sock him for ever anyway, that and a man hitting a girl because of bruised pride was too low even for him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, it is your eyebrows turn to rise as you looks at the school nerd with newfound respect. He probably was just quoting a line from one of his game or whatever. Considering the situation as it is though, you have to admit it was kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing that you're so shocked that you're speechless, he speaks again, &amp;quot;Anything else or can I go home now, princess?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Asks his number]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Let him go]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available</id>
		<title>Doctor isn't available</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:42:31Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Blanked the page&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/High_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary</id>
		<title>High School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/High_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:41:47Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just out for a short while. Tim Robbins guides you to the bed and sits you on the edge with your legs dangling freely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that your leg can now rests as you wait for the doctor to return, you noticed that your companion is rummaging through the supply cabinet. Confused with what he is doing, you observes him for a while before he comes back to you with a roll of bandage, cotton bud, antiseptic and a scissors. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You raises your eyebrows as he pulls a chair in front of you before sitting on top of it, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy doesn't even look up as he opens the antiseptic and applies it to your wound, you hisses slightly from the sharp pain, as he answered, &amp;quot;First Aid.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyebrow rises up to your hairline as you asked incredulously, &amp;quot;First aid? Do you even know what you're doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, Tim does raise his face to look at you before rolling his eyes silently as he lowers them once again, &amp;quot;I has plenty of practice.&amp;quot; as he continues his work, you has to admit that it DOES look like he knows what he's doing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he finishes applying the antiseptic, he unrolls the bandage and wraps it around your bruise tight enough for it not to unravel by itself but not so tight that you'd be feeling uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He finishes up the treatment by putting the last strip of the bandage into a knot to make sure that it won't slip off before standing up, &amp;quot;Try standing up, now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock, you slowly gets down from the bed unto the floor... and your surprise raises another notch as you relize its not longer hurting. You looks up and notices that Tim already has his school bag on his shoulder as he speaks, &amp;quot;the discoloring might stay for a few more days but you should be able to move around okay by tomorrow though I suggest taking time off from cheerleading until its healed completely. Well, see ya.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stare and follows Tim with your eyes, still too shocked to believe what has happened. You snaps out of your shock when you sees him turning the knob of the door to exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hight School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hight School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Don't stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/High_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary</id>
		<title>High School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/High_School_Female_Cheerleader:_Infirmary"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:34:34Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Your injuries are throbbing and seem to be growing dark colored by the minute. You tries to stand up but finds yourself unable to put strength on your injured leg, it seem to be …'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your injuries are throbbing and seem to be growing dark colored by the minute. You tries to stand up but finds yourself unable to put strength on your injured leg, it seem to be much more serious than it looks. Suddenly, a hand appears on your field of vision followed by a masculine voice, &amp;quot;Need help?&amp;quot; causing you to look up to see who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you recognize who is the person offering you help, you can't help but feel touched and continually having to change your judgement on the resident goth. Hell, you already had to with how he floored the jerk, you never know that he can throw punch much less strong enough to beat a notorious delinquent to the floor. You give him a small smile as you takes the offered hand, &amp;quot;Yes, thanks... and umm... also for saving me....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim simply nods in response and he puts one of your arm around his shoulder as he half-carries you toward the infirmary. As your arm is around him, you can't help but take notice that underneath his clothing, you can feel some real muscle... it seems that this goth isn't as frail as he looks at the first glance....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With his help, you finally reaches the infirmary, you knocks on the door and waits for response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Hallway | Doctor is available]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Hallway | Doctor isn't available]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_to_the_infirmary,_with_some_help</id>
		<title>Go to the infirmary, with some help</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_to_the_infirmary,_with_some_help"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:05:37Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your injuries are throbbing and seem to be growing dark colored by the minute. You tries to stand up but finds yourself unable to put strength on your injured leg, it seem to be much more serious than it looks. Suddenly, a hand appears on your field of vision followed by a masculine voice, &amp;quot;Need help?&amp;quot; causing you to look up to see who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you recognize who is the person offering you help, you can't help but feel touched and continually having to change your judgement on the resident goth. Hell, you already had to with how he floored the jerk, you never know that he can throw punch much less strong enough to beat a notorious delinquent to the floor. You give him a small smile as you takes the offered hand, &amp;quot;Yes, thanks... and umm... also for saving me....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim simply nods in response and he puts one of your arm around his shoulder as he half-carries you toward the infirmary. As your arm is around him, you can't help but take notice that underneath his clothing, you can feel some real muscle... it seems that this goth isn't as frail as he looks at the first glance....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With his help, you finally reaches the infirmary, you knocks on the door and waits for response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Doctor is available]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Doctor isn't available]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help</id>
		<title>Unexpected help</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:04:31Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You whirl around and knee the jerk in the groin. He gasps and doubles over in pain. &amp;quot;I'm not interested in you, jerkface. Now make like a tree and leave.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bitch!&amp;quot; he growls, still bent over. &amp;quot;I oughta slug you one!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go ahead and try. You don't have the guts to take a swing at me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He straightens up. &amp;quot;Oh, yeah? Take this!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He swings his fist at your face. You drop into a crouch and his hand makes contact with the locker behind you. He lets out a growl and kicks at you, his foot smashing into your leg. You cries out in pain and falls to the ground while the deliquent smirks as he prepares for another attack.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, the deliquent is forcefully turned around as someone pulls him by the shoulder before a fist connects with his face. The hit sends him reeling but doesn't fall, however the new assailant is far from finished. A kick to the deliquent's stomach followed by another punch to the head finally sends him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if on cue, Mrs. Parsons steps next to the fallen jerk and grabs him by the shoulder, &amp;quot;You're in big trouble, young man,&amp;quot; Mrs. Parsons says sternly, her hand clamping down on his shoulder. &amp;quot;Assaulting a girl? That's detention for at least a month. You'll probably be suspended as well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns to face her even with his abused and bruised face. &amp;quot;But... but...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You were harassing her all day in class, too,&amp;quot; she adds. &amp;quot;I'll make sure you learn how to take no for an answer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You don't envy him. Mrs. Parsons' punishments are known to be severe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the stern woman turns to your savior, so are you and your eyes widen as you recognize him, before speaking again, &amp;quot;You, Mr. Robbins, on the other hand, is VERY lucky that I saw the whole thing. We don't condone violence in this school but taking circumstances into account, I will turn the other way JUST this once.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock at the identity of your savior, Tim Robbins, you nearly misses Mrs. Parsons addressing you last and just barely able to respond. &amp;quot;I suggest you have that bruise looked after.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go hang out with the other cheerleaders]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Go to the infirmary, with some help]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go home, do your homework, and put some ice on your bruises]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help</id>
		<title>Unexpected help</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:03:21Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You whirl around and knee the jerk in the groin. He gasps and doubles over in pain. &amp;quot;I'm not interested in you, jerkface. Now make like a tree and leave.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bitch!&amp;quot; he growls, still bent over. &amp;quot;I oughta slug you one!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go ahead and try. You don't have the guts to take a swing at me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He straightens up. &amp;quot;Oh, yeah? Take this!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He swings his fist at your face. You drop into a crouch and his hand makes contact with the locker behind you. He lets out a growl and kicks at you, his foot smashing into your leg. You cries out in pain and falls to the ground while the deliquent smirks as he prepares for another attack.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, the deliquent is forcefully turned around as someone pulls him by the shoulder before a fist connects with his face. The hit sends him reeling but doesn't fall, however the new assailant is far from finished. A kick to the deliquent's stomach followed by another punch to the head finally sends him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if on cue, Mrs. Parsons steps next to the fallen jerk and grabs him by the shoulder, &amp;quot;You're in big trouble, young man,&amp;quot; Mrs. Parsons says sternly, her hand clamping down on his shoulder. &amp;quot;Assaulting a girl? That's detention for at least a month. You'll probably be suspended as well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns to face her even with his abused and bruised face. &amp;quot;But... but...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You were harassing her all day in class, too,&amp;quot; she adds. &amp;quot;I'll make sure you learn how to take no for an answer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You don't envy him. Mrs. Parsons' punishments are known to be severe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the stern woman turns to your savior, so are you and your eyes widen as you recognize him, before speaking again, &amp;quot;You, Mr. Robbins, on the other hand, is VERY lucky that I saw the whole thing. We don't condone violence in this school but taking circumstances into account, I will turn the other way JUST this once.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock at the identity of your savior, Tim Robbins, you nearly misses Mrs. Parsons addressing you last and just barely able to respond. &amp;quot;I suggest you have that bruise looked after.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Hallway | Go hang out with the other cheerleaders]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Hallway | Go to the infirmary, with some help]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Hallway | Go home, do your homework, and put some ice on your bruises]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_to_the_infirmary,_with_some_help</id>
		<title>Go to the infirmary, with some help</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_to_the_infirmary,_with_some_help"/>
				<updated>2016-10-22T04:02:41Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your injuries are throbbing and seem to be growing dark colored by the minute. You tries to stand up but finds yourself unable to put strength on your injured leg, it seem to be much more serious than it looks. Suddenly, a hand appears on your field of vision followed by a masculine voice, &amp;quot;Need help?&amp;quot; causing you to look up to see who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you recognize who is the person offering you help, you can't help but feel touched and continually having to change your judgement on the resident goth. Hell, you already had to with how he floored the jerk, you never know that he can throw punch much less strong enough to beat a notorious delinquent to the floor. You give him a small smile as you takes the offered hand, &amp;quot;Yes, thanks... and umm... also for saving me....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim simply nods in response and he puts one of your arm around his shoulder as he half-carries you toward the infirmary. As your arm is around him, you can't help but take notice that underneath his clothing, you can feel some real muscle... it seems that this goth isn't as frail as he looks at the first glance....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With his help, you finally reaches the infirmary, you knocks on the door and waits for response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Hallway | Doctor is available]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[High School Female Cheerleader: Hallway | Doctor isn't available]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available</id>
		<title>Doctor isn't available</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T03:58:31Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just out for a short while. Tim Robbins guides you to the bed and sits you on the edge with your legs dangling freely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that your leg can now rests as you wait for the doctor to return, you noticed that your companion is rummaging through the supply cabinet. Confused with what he is doing, you observes him for a while before he comes back to you with a roll of bandage, cotton bud, antiseptic and a scissors. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You raises your eyebrows as he pulls a chair in front of you before sitting on top of it, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy doesn't even look up as he opens the antiseptic and applies it to your wound, you hisses slightly from the sharp pain, as he answered, &amp;quot;First Aid.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyebrow rises up to your hairline as you asked incredulously, &amp;quot;First aid? Do you even know what you're doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, Tim does raise his face to look at you before rolling his eyes silently as he lowers them once again, &amp;quot;I has plenty of practice.&amp;quot; as he continues his work, you has to admit that it DOES look like he knows what he's doing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he finishes applying the antiseptic, he unrolls the bandage and wraps it around your bruise tight enough for it not to unravel by itself but not so tight that you'd be feeling uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He finishes up the treatment by putting the last strip of the bandage into a knot to make sure that it won't slip off before standing up, &amp;quot;Try standing up, now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock, you slowly gets down from the bed unto the floor... and your surprise raises another notch as you relize its not longer hurting. You looks up and notices that Tim already has his school bag on his shoulder as he speaks, &amp;quot;the discoloring might stay for a few more days but you should be able to move around okay by tomorrow though I suggest taking time off from cheerleading until its healed completely. Well, see ya.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stare and follows Tim with your eyes, still too shocked to believe what has happened. You snaps out of your shock when you sees him turning the knob of the door to exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hight School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hight School Female Cheerleader: Infirmary | Don't stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available</id>
		<title>Doctor isn't available</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T02:49:01Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just out for a short while. Tim Robbins guides you to the bed and sits you on the edge with your legs dangling freely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that your leg can now rests as you wait for the doctor to return, you noticed that your companion is rummaging through the supply cabinet. Confused with what he is doing, you observes him for a while before he comes back to you with a roll of bandage, cotton bud, antiseptic and a scissors. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You raises your eyebrows as he pulls a chair in front of you before sitting on top of it, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy doesn't even look up as he opens the antiseptic and applies it to your wound, you hisses slightly from the sharp pain, as he answered, &amp;quot;First Aid.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyebrow rises up to your hairline as you asked incredulously, &amp;quot;First aid? Do you even know what you're doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, Tim does raise his face to look at you before rolling his eyes silently as he lowers them once again, &amp;quot;I has plenty of practice.&amp;quot; as he continues his work, you has to admit that it DOES look like he knows what he's doing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he finishes applying the antiseptic, he unrolls the bandage and wraps it around your bruise tight enough for it not to unravel by itself but not so tight that you'd be feeling uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He finishes up the treatment by putting the last strip of the bandage into a knot to make sure that it won't slip off before standing up, &amp;quot;Try standing up, now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock, you slowly gets down from the bed unto the floor... and your surprise raises another notch as you relize its not longer hurting. You looks up and notices that Tim already has his school bag on his shoulder as he speaks, &amp;quot;the discoloring might stay for a few more days but you should be able to move around okay by tomorrow though I suggest taking time off from cheerleading until its healed completely. Well, see ya.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stare and follows Tim with your eyes, still too shocked to believe what has happened. You snaps out of your shock when you sees him turning the knob of the door to exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hight School Female Cheerleader | Stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hight School Female Cheerleader | Don't stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available</id>
		<title>Doctor isn't available</title>
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				<updated>2016-10-22T02:48:45Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just out for a short while. Tim Robbins guides you to the bed and sits you on the edge with your legs dangling freely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that your leg can now rests as you wait for the doctor to return, you noticed that your companion is rummaging through the supply cabinet. Confused with what he is doing, you observes him for a while before he comes back to you with a roll of bandage, cotton bud, antiseptic and a scissors. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You raises your eyebrows as he pulls a chair in front of you before sitting on top of it, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy doesn't even look up as he opens the antiseptic and applies it to your wound, you hisses slightly from the sharp pain, as he answered, &amp;quot;First Aid.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyebrow rises up to your hairline as you asked incredulously, &amp;quot;First aid? Do you even know what you're doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, Tim does raise his face to look at you before rolling his eyes silently as he lowers them once again, &amp;quot;I has plenty of practice.&amp;quot; as he continues his work, you has to admit that it DOES look like he knows what he's doing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he finishes applying the antiseptic, he unrolls the bandage and wraps it around your bruise tight enough for it not to unravel by itself but not so tight that you'd be feeling uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He finishes up the treatment by putting the last strip of the bandage into a knot to make sure that it won't slip off before standing up, &amp;quot;Try standing up, now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock, you slowly gets down from the bed unto the floor... and your surprise raises another notch as you relize its not longer hurting. You looks up and notices that Tim already has his school bag on his shoulder as he speaks, &amp;quot;the discoloring might stay for a few more days but you should be able to move around okay by tomorrow though I suggest taking time off from cheerleading until its healed completely. Well, see ya.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stare and follows Tim with your eyes, still too shocked to believe what has happened. You snaps out of your shock when you sees him turning the knob of the door to exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hight School S Female Cheerleader | Stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hight School Female Cheerleader | Don't stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Doctor_isn%27t_available</id>
		<title>Doctor isn't available</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-07T14:34:59Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several more attempts of knocking on the door, you realize that the doctor must have not been inside. You turns the knob anyway and the door unlocked, guess the doc is just out for a short while. Tim Robbins guides you to the bed and sits you on the edge with your legs dangling freely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that your leg can now rests as you wait for the doctor to return, you noticed that your companion is rummaging through the supply cabinet. Confused with what he is doing, you observes him for a while before he comes back to you with a roll of bandage, cotton bud, antiseptic and a scissors. You raised your eyebrows as he pulls a chair in front of you before sitting on top of it, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy doesn't even look up as he opens the antiseptic and applies it to your wound, you hisses slightly from the sharp pain, as he answered, &amp;quot;First Aid.&amp;quot; Your eyebrow rises up to your hairline as you asked incredulously, &amp;quot;First aid? Do you even know what you're doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, Tim does raise his face to look at you before rolling his eyes silently as he lowers them once again, &amp;quot;I has plenty of practice.&amp;quot; as he continues his work, you has to admit that it DOES look like he knows what he's doing. Once he finishes applying the antiseptic, he unrolls the bandage and wraps it around your bruise tight enough for it not to unravel by itself but not so tight that you'd be feeling uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He finishes up the treatment by putting the last strip of the bandage into a knot to make sure that it won't slip off before standing up, &amp;quot;Try standing up, now.&amp;quot; Still in shock, you slowly gets down from the bed unto the floor... and your surprise raises another notch as you relize its not longer hurting. You looks up and notices that Tim already has his school bag on his shoulder as he speaks, &amp;quot;the discoloring might stay for a few more days but you should be able to move around okay by tomorrow though I suggest taking time off from cheerleading until its healed completely. Well, see ya.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stare and follows Tim with your eyes, still too shocked to believe what has happened. You snaps out of your shock when you sees him turning the knob of the door to exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't stop him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Stop_Tim_and_ask_if_he%27d_like_to_go_somewhere_quiet</id>
		<title>Stop Tim and ask if he'd like to go somewhere quiet</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-06T18:38:08Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;He says sure. Where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[To the girls bathroom]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[A janitors closet]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Boys bathroom]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(The girls bathroom leads to another story, needs fixed)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment= Cheer outfit, backpack with books, cash for lunch}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/You_decide_to_call_him_later_after_school_and_go_to_class</id>
		<title>You decide to call him later after school and go to class</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-06T18:33:30Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Class went on without a hitch, being the straight A student you are, you easily breeze through them. Even the pop quiz that the physic teacher gave out of nowhere wasn't all that much of a problem. Afterall, you are aiming for college scholarship and having good grade is certainly one of the requirement.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the last bell ring, you walks out of the classroom and heads for the locker. Cheer practice has been cancelled today which means you has free time for the rest of the day. Suddenly you remembers about Tim Robbins and pulls out your phone, browsing through the contact until you find his name. Your finger rests on the call button but somehow you hesitates....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should you really call him? If you do call him... what then? You bites your lower lips as you try to come to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Call him to hang out]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Call him to do something... fun]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't call him and hang out with the other cheerleaders instead]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't call him and just go home]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/You_decide_to_call_him_later_after_school_and_go_to_class</id>
		<title>You decide to call him later after school and go to class</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-06T18:33:14Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Class went on without a hitch, being the straight A student you are, you easily breeze through them. Even the pop quiz that the physic teacher gave out of nowhere wasn't all that…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Class went on without a hitch, being the straight A student you are, you easily breeze through them. Even the pop quiz that the physic teacher gave out of nowhere wasn't all that much of a problem. Afterall, you are aiming for college scholarship and having good grade is certainly one of the requirement.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the last bell ring, you walks out of the classroom and heads for the locker. Cheer practice has been cancelled today which means you has free time for the rest of the day. Suddenly you remembers about Tim Robbins and pulls out your phone, browsing through the contact until you find his name. Your finger rests on the call button but somehow you hesitates....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should you really call him? If you do call him... what then? You bites your lower lips as you try to come to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Call him to hang out]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Call him to do something... fun]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't call him and hang out with the other cheerleaders instead]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't call him and just go home]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_to_the_infirmary,_with_some_help</id>
		<title>Go to the infirmary, with some help</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-06T18:19:57Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Your injuries are throbbing and seem to be growing dark colored by the minute. You tries to stand up but finds yourself unable to put strength on your injured leg, it seem to be …'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your injuries are throbbing and seem to be growing dark colored by the minute. You tries to stand up but finds yourself unable to put strength on your injured leg, it seem to be much more serious than it looks. Suddenly, a hand appears on your field of vision followed by a masculine voice, &amp;quot;Need help?&amp;quot; causing you to look up to see who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you recognize who is the person offering you help, you can't help but feel touched and continually having to change your judgement on the resident goth. Hell, you already had to with how he floored the jerk, you never know that he can throw punch much less strong enough to beat a notorious delinquent to the floor. You give him a small smile as you takes the offered hand, &amp;quot;Yes, thanks... and umm... also for saving me....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tim simply nods in response and he puts one of your arm around his shoulder as he half-carries you toward the infirmary. As your arm is around him, you can't help but take notice that underneath his clothing, you can feel some real muscle... it seems that this goth isn't as frail as he looks at the first glance....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With his help, you finally reaches the infirmary, you knocks on the door and waits for response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Doctor is available]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Doctor isn't available]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help</id>
		<title>Unexpected help</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-06T02:20:21Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You whirl around and knee the jerk in the groin. He gasps and doubles over in pain. &amp;quot;I'm not interested in you, jerkface. Now make like a tree and leave.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bitch!&amp;quot; he growls, still bent over. &amp;quot;I oughta slug you one!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go ahead and try. You don't have the guts to take a swing at me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He straightens up. &amp;quot;Oh, yeah? Take this!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He swings his fist at your face. You drop into a crouch and his hand makes contact with the locker behind you. He lets out a growl and kicks at you, his foot smashing into your leg. You cries out in pain and falls to the ground while the deliquent smirks as he prepares for another attack.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, the deliquent is forcefully turned around as someone pulls him by the shoulder before a fist connects with his face. The hit sends him reeling but doesn't fall, however the new assailant is far from finished. A kick to the deliquent's stomach followed by another punch to the head finally sends him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if on cue, Mrs. Parsons steps next to the fallen jerk and grabs him by the shoulder, &amp;quot;You're in big trouble, young man,&amp;quot; Mrs. Parsons says sternly, her hand clamping down on his shoulder. &amp;quot;Assaulting a girl? That's detention for at least a month. You'll probably be suspended as well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns to face her even with his abused and bruised face. &amp;quot;But... but...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You were harassing her all day in class, too,&amp;quot; she adds. &amp;quot;I'll make sure you learn how to take no for an answer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You don't envy him. Mrs. Parsons' punishments are known to be severe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the stern woman turns to your savior, so are you and your eyes widen as you recognize him, before speaking again, &amp;quot;You, Mr. Robbins, on the other hand, is VERY lucky that I saw the whole thing. We don't condone violence in this school but taking circumstances into account, I will turn the other way JUST this once.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still in shock at the identity of your savior, Tim Robbins, you nearly misses Mrs. Parsons addressing you last and just barely able to respond. &amp;quot;I suggest you have that bruise looked after.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go hang out with the other cheerleaders]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to the infirmary, with some help]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go home, do your homework, and put some ice on your bruises]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=90|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Unexpected_help</id>
		<title>Unexpected help</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-06T02:19:56Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You whirl around and knee the jerk in the groin. He gasps and doubles over in pain. &amp;quot;I'm not interested in you, jerkface. Now make like a tree and leave.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Bitch!&amp;quot; he growls, st…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You whirl around and knee the jerk in the groin. He gasps and doubles over in pain. &amp;quot;I'm not interested in you, jerkface. Now make like a tree and leave.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Bitch!&amp;quot; he growls, still bent over. &amp;quot;I oughta slug you one!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go ahead and try. You don't have the guts to take a swing at me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He straightens up. &amp;quot;Oh, yeah? Take this!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He swings his fist at your face. You drop into a crouch and his hand makes contact with the locker behind you. He lets out a growl and kicks at you, his foot smashing into your leg. You cries out in pain and falls to the ground while the deliquent smirks as he prepares for another attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, the deliquent is forcefully turned around as someone pulls him by the shoulder before a fist connects with his face. The hit sends him reeling but doesn't fall, however the new assailant is far from finished. A kick to the deliquent's stomach followed by another punch to the head finally sends him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
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As if on cue, Mrs. Parsons steps next to the fallen jerk and grabs him by the shoulder, &amp;quot;You're in big trouble, young man,&amp;quot; Mrs. Parsons says sternly, her hand clamping down on his shoulder. &amp;quot;Assaulting a girl? That's detention for at least a month. You'll probably be suspended as well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He turns to face her even with his abused and bruised face. &amp;quot;But... but...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You were harassing her all day in class, too,&amp;quot; she adds. &amp;quot;I'll make sure you learn how to take no for an answer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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You don't envy him. Mrs. Parsons' punishments are known to be severe.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the stern woman turns to your savior, so are you and your eyes widen as you recognize him, before speaking again, &amp;quot;You, Mr. Robbins, on the other hand, is VERY lucky that I saw the whole thing. We don't condone violence in this school but taking circumstances into account, I will turn the other way JUST this once.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Still in shock at the identity of your savior, Tim Robbins, you nearly misses Mrs. Parsons addressing you last and just barely able to respond. &amp;quot;I suggest you have that bruise looked after.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Go hang out with the other cheerleaders]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to the infirmary, with some help]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go home, do your homework, and put some ice on your bruises]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Look_around_for_help</id>
		<title>Look around for help</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-05T03:11:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You look around for help but notice that most of the other students are looking away from your situation or pretends not to notice, the guy is a notorious bully afterall. You also feel him starting to grind his manhood on your behind, this guy is serious and you know there's little you can do to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is not to say that you has no fighting chance however. The male is underestimating you, you has a clear target, you has the element of surprise and most importantly, You notice Mrs. Parsons, the strictest teacher in school, approaching from behind him and he doesn't seem to notice. If you are going to fight back, the time is now....&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Stand firm, your face having a panicked look on it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Nod and go with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Unexpected help]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Look_around_for_help</id>
		<title>Look around for help</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-05T03:09:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You look around for help but notice that most of the other students are looking away from your situation or pretends not to notice, the guy is a notorious bully afterall. You also feel him starting to grind his manhood on your behind, this guy is serious and you know there's little you can do to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That is not to say that you has no fighting chance however. The male is underestimating you, you has a clear target, you has the element of surprise and most importantly, You notice Mrs. Parsons, the strictest teacher in school, approaching from behind him and he doesn't seem to notice. If you are going to fight back, the time is now....&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Resist]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't fight back]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Look_around_for_help</id>
		<title>Look around for help</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-05T03:08:51Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You look around for help but notice that most of the other students are looking away from your situation or pretends not to notice, the guy is a notorious bully afterall. You also feel him starting to grind his manhood on your behind, this guy is serious and you know there's little you can do to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That is not to say that you has no fighting chance however. The male is underestimating you, you has a clear target, you has the element of surprise and most importantly, You notice Mrs. Parsons, the strictest teacher in school, approaching from behind him and he doesn't seem to notice. If you are going to fight back, the time is now....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Fight back]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't fight back]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Look_around_for_help</id>
		<title>Look around for help</title>
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				<updated>2016-06-05T03:07:47Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Artemis1990:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You look around for help but notice that most of the other students are looking away from your situation or pretends not to notice, the guy is a notorious bully afterall. You als…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You look around for help but notice that most of the other students are looking away from your situation or pretends not to notice, the guy is a notorious bully afterall. You also feel him starting to grind his manhood on your behind, this guy is serious and you know there's little you can do to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That is not to say that you has no fighting chance however. The male is underestimating you, you has a clear target, you has the element of surprise and most importantly, You notice Mrs. Parsons, the strictest teacher in school, approaching from behind him and he doesn't seem to notice. If you are going to fight back, the time is now....&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Fight back]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Don't fight back]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Artemis1990</name></author>	</entry>

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