the locker room is raided.

the team had won by a comfortable margin, sealing them as champions again. they'd lost count of how many times they had won the tournament. The team were celebrating and cheering as they took the trophy. "man, that was a good game, sorry you missed out Rochelle." one of her teammates said in a sympathetic tone. "ah, it's fine. just shows that you guys are capable of pulling things off without me." she smiled. "c'mon, let's get back to the changing room. it's getting a little cold out here." the other girls laughed, and they headed back to the changing room.

they entered the changing room, and were greeted to a horrible sight. all of the lockers were open, their stuff was strewn all over the floor and benches. "what the hell?" the girls said, sifting through their bags. the coach entered, and gasped. "what happened?" "looks like we've been ransacked" Rochelle replied. she grabbed her bag, and looked through. "they didn't take anything useful. just our uniforms." "well, we can't take your kits with you. or your coats." the girls looked at each other with shock. "wait, but all we have with us are..." Rochelle gave them all a sympathetic look. "sorry girls, but you know the rules." she exclaimed as she pulled her coat off. she slung her bag over her body, and sighed. "get the bus open, I'll meet you there." Rochelle explained. she exited the changing room, and sighed again. she could see the other team members going into the other changing room, some of the girls looked at her, and started to look nervous. "you guys haven't seen a bunch of clothes, have you?" Rochelle asked, looking at each of the girls. one of them panicked, hurried into the changing room, and hurried out with a large bundle of body towels. she threw them onto the floor, and the other girls hurried out with clothes. they hit the floor after the girls had hurried back inside. 'well, that was easy' she thought to herself. she grabbed all the stuff, and headed back to the changing room.

she entered the changing room, and was greeted with raucous cheers from the other girls. they dug through the pile of clothes, pulling their own stuff out. "wait, didn't you come in wearing your kit?" one of the girls asked. Rochelle looked down, and grabbed a towel. "at least we have these." she smiled, and wrapped the large towel around her body. she pulled her socks off, slipped into her trainers, and smiled. "oh, my jacket," she exclaimed, grabbing a black sports jacket from off the floor. she pulled it on, zipped it up, and slung her bag back over her shoulder. "I'll see you on the coach."

Rochelle made it to the team bus, and tapped on the door. it slid open, and Rochelle hopped aboard. the driver looked at her for a moment, before turning back to his newspaper. she sat herself down by the window, and watched as the rest of her team filed onto the bus. she placed her bag next to her, and kept her focus on the world outside the window. the bus rolled away, and as Rochelle looked around, she could see sympathetic looks from all her teammates. that's when she noticed. they were all dressed like she was; sports jackets, towels and trainers. she smiled, and moved her bag to her footwell as her friend came towards her. "you guys didn't have to do this" Rochelle cried, looking at her friend. "well, it just seemed unfair if it was only you. besides, we get to keep the towels, so we're good." her friend replied. they chatted and laughed for the rest of the journey, and all of Rochelle's nerves had faded by the time they returned to school

They filed out of the bus, heading towards the changing room. as she made her way, she noticed a group of boys staring at her. she skipped over to them. "uh, Rochelle? w-where are your clothes?" one of the boys asked. "long story, I'll tell you tomorrow" she replied. she gave them a cheeky wink, and headed towards the changing room.