(Originally published by Caramel Cream at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)
You notice Lisa and Maxine, two really angsty bitches talking to each other, all while pointing at you and grinning, they were punk rocker that while you have to admit had a good figure, were obviously jealous of you for being the most beautiful and popular girl in school, and they took any chance to antagonize you, this was not a good situation to be in.
The two marched up to you, Maxine putting her arm on your shoulder "So Jenna, I see you're looking awfully refreshed today, did you do something different?"
You stammer out a response, telling them to leave you alone, but Lisa just takes a hold of your skirt, stopping you from running away "whoa there, cowgirl, I don't think you want me tugging at your skirt any more than this!"
You stop, since as she correctly guessed, you don't want to risk ripping the only thing covering your bottom at this point, especially not at the start of the school day, and just then, you hear a soft click, you look down and see that Maxine had pulled out her phone and had taken a picture of your crotch.
"I guess I'm a better photographer than I thought, I even caught your face in this picture, see?" she held the phone to your face, and to your horror you see that what se said was completely true, you'd almost even complement her on her masterful handling, but not with this photo's particular subject.
"So what should we do with you?" Lisa whispered into your ear "should we..."
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