The chair

Vanessa reaches for the chair, and in one quick motion, hurls it at one of the boy's heads, hitting him hard and knocking him down onto the ground. This causes the other boy to look down, and Vanessa uses the distraction to escape the room.

Running out she begins to sprint down the hallway, her gym clothes hanging tightly to her in a way she hates, but that hardly matters, she needs to leave the school as soon as she possibly can. She rushes towards the gym, where thankfully Patricia has left. She decided to switch back into her normal clothes, now dry from the day's beginning escapades.

And with that, she makes it home. It's a weird feeling. She was attacked so many times, and yet is able to make it out ok. Her clothes in tact, her virginity in tact, even her dignity is somehow in tact. She goes in the bathroom to wash up, but she looks at herself in the mirror, for once, she's not disgusted. For once, she defended herself.

She finally smiles, glad that she can finally relax. But then, a feeling washes across her. What about tomorrow? What about Patricia? Vanessa had won the battle, but the war was far from over. For now though, Vanessa finally sleeps easy, ready for the work that has yet to come.