One fine Monday morning in the beginning of May during finals week, the most stressful week of the year, the young boy, exhausted and defeated, walked timidly through the school hallway until he had reached the cafeteria, where he scanned a sea of heads quickly, urgently, looking for one distinct orange-haired girl waiting with pale cheeks and thin lips pressed into a cold smile.
He did not delay to make his way over to the table where she sat with her friends at the far end of the room, as she had demanded with an intimidating curling of her finger.
He stood awkwardly next to her with his hands behind his back, smiling nervously and blushing profusely as she harassed him with numerous insults to the amusement of her cross-country companions.
This assault finally ceased when he was instructed to unzip his backpack and retrieve from it her hefty sixty-two page Chemistry packet, consisting not only of completed multiple-choice questions, but also several multi-step open-response questions and a few essays, which he obediently accompanied with his responses written on separate sheets of paper so that she could copy them.
Immensely relieved after being dismissed with one final verbal jab, he walked back through the hallway, up the stairs, into his homeroom and sat down at his desk, grateful for his reward of not getting his underwear yanked over his head in front of the entire senior class.
There's nothing more embarrassing than getting beat up by a girl. Part one of a series. All feedback is welcome!