Blackmail: Fat chance, kid!

From Create Your Own Story

Being a young teenage girl is tough!

"Fat chance, kid!" you say. "You had the goods on me and you got the price of the goods. The next time that happens to you is when you're eighteen and have a job to buy hookers! Creep."

You get out and back to your room fast as you can. Clothes in the washer, yourself in the shower - oh, yes, you need a cleaning! - supper, noncommital talk, and then you're back up to your room - to hit the old books!

You're no math wiz, that's for sure, but this stuff really isn't that hard after the first half hour. In fact, by the time you're too tired you've done the "completing the square" drills and enough exercises to make your head spin...but you can see you're going to make it. Maybe one more night and you'll have it, and be out of T's power! Maybe this math crap's a lot easier than it looks!

The next day, Mr. Jones hands out the tests, and you blush brightly at your own A. The day creeps by in an agonizing way as you wait for the end...and whatever T's next penance is. Finally, the last class is over, the bell rings, and you're on your way out the door. Maybe Dorko has a D&D game or something today and is letting you off the hook!

No such luck. Your cell rings. Yep, it's T. "My car's at the end of the parking lot. Meet me there." Sure enough - there it is. There's Captain Acne right next to it, waving, too. So what the Hell?




Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.

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