The new girl and the bully

You step off the bus, hoping no sudden breezes pop out of nowhere to take your skirt for an airborne ride. As luck would have it, the air is calm. You make your way through groups of students as you approach the high school's front doors. You check your schedule. Your home room is room 103 and your locker number is 127. It's nice to know you're on the ground floor.

Just before you can enter the building, four girls dressed in school uniforms come up to you, and surround you. One of them is a tall blond with blue eyes. Her straight, long hair is braided on the sides, and pulled back into a small braided ponytail. She looks at you with a devious smile. "Good morning newbie" she says.

"Good morning" you reply as you try to get by. "Can you please let me through?"

"Oh, such polite manners!" says the blond. "Why certainly we can. As soon as we're done with you. We're your official welcoming committee. You'll have to come with us."

You nervously look around. There's no teachers in sight, and all the other students around you seem to be oblivious to what's happening. "Uhm, sure, I guess. But aren't we going to be late?"

The blond laughs. "We own this school. You can't be late if you own it. What's your name, newbie?"

"Carly" you reply. "Carly Graspper."

"Such a cute name for such a cute girl" the blond says. "My name is Samantha Fenwick, as in Principal Fenwick's daughter." She says this with an air of pride. "These are my friends." She points to the dark haired Latina girl. "This is Serrita Riccardo. The redhead is Sarah Brightbill. And last, my right hand woman, Annabelle Simpson."

Annabelle takes a step toward you, and gives you a menacing look. She's a beautiful, curvy African American girl with hair that reminds you of Beyonce. "Don't be making no OJ jokes. You understand me?"

You gulp hard. "I'd never even think of it!" you exclaim.

"Now that we all know each other, let's take a walk through the parking lot" says Samantha.

Having ****, you allow the four girls to lead you around the side of the building, and through the teacher's parking lot. The sports fields loom up ahead across the open campus, but they lead you away from there to a small maintenance building. Samantha unlocks the door. "Get inside" she orders you. Reluctantly, you obey, and the four girls quickly follow in behind you, closing and locking the door. Whatever your fate is with them, it is now sealed. There's no way out, unless some maintenance person comes along. You look at the four girls as they eye you up and down hungrily.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" you ask nervously.

"Oh, I would think that's clear, Officer Graspper" answers Samantha. "Anything and everything."

"Y-you know who I am?" You know now this situation is not good at all. How do they know?

"We know all about you" Samantha says. "Take off your clothes, and give them to me."

"W-what?" you stutter.

"Are you a light bulb?" Samantha says, the anger showing in her voice. "Get those clothes off, and give them to me!"