TRTC/Backpack

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''No choice'' you think, who knows what they already did to you backpack. You grab your pants and slide it on, the cold wet fabric makes you squirm and struggle to get the pants over your waist. You hear voices and laughter, quickly you grab your shirt and hop into a stall.
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''No choice'' you think. You definitely need your backpack back. Who knows what they might do to it?
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"Haha! Did you see her face? So red!"
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You grab your pants and slide it on; the cold wet fabric makes you squirm and struggle to get the pants over your waist.
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Laughter.
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You hear voices and laughter, and quickly grab your shirt and hop into a stall.  
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"Haha! Did you see her face? So red!"
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"I know! She got what she deserved. What should we do with her backpack?"
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Laughter. You peek in from the stall's small opening. Three girls.
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''They have my backpack.'' you feel rage as your shirt makes its way over you body.
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"I know, right?" Another girl says. "She got what she deserved. What should we do with her backpack?"
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"Soak the stuff inside!"
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''They have my backpack!'' You feel rage as your shirt makes its way over your body.
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Right as you burst out of the stall the door opens and...
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"Soak the stuff inside!" The third one suggests.
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[[Jake; the most popular boy]]
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Right as you are about to burst out of the stall, someone opens the door and stands in front of you.
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[[Sarah; the girl you laughed at]]
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You finish pulling down your shirt and say:
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*[[TRTC/Sarah|"Hi, Sarah."]]
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stands in the doorway.
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[[Category: The Rush To Class]][[Category: The Abandoned Story]]

Current revision as of 23:38, 17 April 2014

No choice you think. You definitely need your backpack back. Who knows what they might do to it?

You grab your pants and slide it on; the cold wet fabric makes you squirm and struggle to get the pants over your waist.

You hear voices and laughter, and quickly grab your shirt and hop into a stall.

"Haha! Did you see her face? So red!"

Laughter. You peek in from the stall's small opening. Three girls.

"I know, right?" Another girl says. "She got what she deserved. What should we do with her backpack?"

They have my backpack! You feel rage as your shirt makes its way over your body.

"Soak the stuff inside!" The third one suggests.

Right as you are about to burst out of the stall, someone opens the door and stands in front of you.

You finish pulling down your shirt and say:

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