keep fighting

(Originally published by Ewong at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)

It's a losing a battle as you can't see a thing. Stacy makes on final tug, and your bra is gone. before you know what happened, Stacy runs away, stepping on your glasses on the way out.

Tired, and blind as a bat, you feel around to see if your glasses are salvageable. You pick up the shattered remains and know you are doomed. Everything is literally a blur as you get up and exit the restroom. Waving your arms around like Frankenstein's monster, your try to avoid people in the hallway. You can't even see your hands in front of your face, let alone people, so you don't know the hallway is completely empty.

That is, except for Stacy. She drops your clothes back inside the restroom and follows quietly behind you. You don't know where you are going, but you are headed into the boys' locker room. When you reach the door, Stacy yanks the dress to the ground, and pushes you in.

You fall to the ground, naked as a jaybird. You stand up and cover yourself as you hear male voices cheering and whistling at you. Not knowing where you are, you run around the entire room as the boys chase you. You slam into something big, yet not hard like a wall.

"What's going on here?" says a deep, menacing voice.

You know that voice. It can only be...