Exposed by the unexposed

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"What the- Crap, fire!" Shouted Sandra, as she bolted towards her locker. "What! Who stole my- nevermind!" She bolted towards the exit, the fellow visitors following suit.

"My God, this is great!" Smiled Wenda as she followed her naked bully.

Everyone stood outside, waiting from news from the fire department. Sandra tried to cover herself as best as she could, but she couldn't help but notice the occasional stares and giggles from any bystanders. "God, when are they finally done?!" Moaned Sandra.

A few minutes later a personnel member from the gym came over towards the crowd. "False alarm, everybody! It's safe to go back inside, our sincerest apologies for the inconvenience."

Sandra was about to go back in, when she saw the worst person she could've seen; Megan Price, her long-standing crush she never found the courage to confess her feelings for. "Oh no, she can't see me, not like this! Maybe if I just sneak back in, she might not notice-" Her train of thought got interrupted when she yelped from a really sharp pain in her ass, as if someone give it a really hard slap. She looked around, yet she saw nothing.

But she could swear she heard Wenda giggling.

"Sandra? Is that you?" Asked Megan.

"Ohhhh, God..." Whimpered Sandra, her face turning the deepest red.

Wenda grinned as she crossed her arms. "That was fun. What's next?"

Wenda skipped through the town, her hands on her back as she enjoyed her uncles gift. She started making seductive poses in front of others, photobombing a small friend group's photo (Can it really be called photobombing if the bomber can't be seen?) and quickly stole a few licks from someone's ice cream, who was confused how quickly her ice cream was finished.

Finally, she saw her ex; Michael Banker. The bastard who not only cheated on her with her former best friend, but spread the rumor that she was the one that was unfaithful.

"Vengeance, thy name is Wenda."