Northridge High School Feud (part 5)
By Tcheser
Amber couldn't take any more. She had lost her beautiful tan, her precious breasts, her lovely blonde hair, gained at least thirty pounds and seemed to be becoming a tongue tied spaz. Then her boyfriend Brad, who should have been infatuated with her, questioned her actions, and when she couldn’t adequately explain what was going on he dumped her. Her! Amber Lane! This all had to stop and it had to stop immediately. She had to see Jane and end this before her reputation was irreparably damaged.
Somehow that little bitch Jane was responsible for all of this happening. As absurd as that sounded it was the only explanation Amber could come up with. As her doctor had said, a woman doesn’t suddenly lose her breasts overnight, and yet that was what had happened. It was like magic or something and that brought her back to Jane. She had been making threats and she was a witch or something, Amber was certain of it, you could tell by the way she dressed.
Not wishing to linger in the hallways a second longer than she had to, Amber ran into a storage closet and locked herself inside. When she finally stopped crying and her hands stopped shaking she called information on her cell phone and got Jane’s number. She then took a long breath, composed herself and called Jane. After what seemed like a million rings, but was only actually six, Jane answered and in a very bored fashion asked how Amber was doing.
"You know how I'm doing you bitch!" Amber snapped "I'm in fucking hell! Now cut the crap and meet me in the old theater, y’know the one downstairs in the basement, this needs to end like right now!"
"Alright, I know where the theater is and I’ll meet you there, but you had better bring something that will clear Carol. I don't need to see you if all you're going to do is push me around and dunk my head in the toilet."
"Okay, fine!" Amber agreed. She was at her wits end and would agree to just about anything at this point. "I have something I can bring you. It’ll clear your friend for sure."
"Ok, great, see you in say... 25 minutes?"
"Make it 15"
"Okay, 15 minutes it is, bye" Jane hung up sounding far too happy and cheerful for Amber's taste. She would pay for that Amber vowed, but first she had to end her own torment. To do this however she needed first to get something.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 4)
Northridge High School Feud (part 4)
By Tcheser
Stuck in school Amber blissfully continued through her classes feeling as high as a kite after what she had done to Jane. Repeatedly she had to be told to pay attention by her teachers, but that was nothing new. Seldom had she received so many admiring looks from boys, girls and even faculty though when she walked down the hall. Particularly after lunch everyone seemed to find the Amber Lane package irresistible it seemed. When she spilled the contents of her lunch tray on some dorky freshmen he couldn’t even find the words. He just stared slack jawed at her as her uneaten pasta and lime Jello desert slid down his shirt onto his shoes.
She feared for a moment that she was the last to hear that Jane had told the principal that it was she who had given her a swirlie and pushed her naked into the quad, but that quickly turned out not to be the case. Checking around she found that no one other then her friends Tammy and Kelly knew of her involvement. Quite relieved Amber strut her stuff with even more flair then usual. Her head held high, her chest stuck out and her tight molded on looking slacks showing all her curves.
Almost in response to how well the earlier part of the day had gone things started to take an ugly turn just as sixth period came around. Sixth period Amber and her friends always had European history. It certainly wasn’t one of their favorite classes but it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time the teacher, Ms. Finch, just lectured on and on about long dead French or English kings and they could sit back and pass notes or file their nails. When Amber walked into the class this Friday however she suddenly developed a particular dread for the class. With all the excitement over the last couple of days she had forgotten they had a big assignment due today. An oral presentation in front of the teacher and whole class no less.
They had chosen topics out of hat a couple of weeks prior and Amber’s presentation was supposed to be on the effects of the Dark Age on art and literature. She had only done a couple afternoons worth of research on it so far and had yet to write anything substantial. She had formulated a few thoughts and a thesis, but hadn’t actually done the writing yet. She had been intending to do that the day before but what with suddenly losing her breasts it had slipped her mind. She still couldn’t believe she had let it happen though. This presentation was one quarter of their grade. She was normally so much more with it. Amber didn’t know what was wrong with her. She felt lightheaded.
“Are you okay, amber?” Tammy asked. She sounded genuinely concerned and Kelly looked equally worried. Worse they kept looking her up and down as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
By Tcheser
Stuck in school Amber blissfully continued through her classes feeling as high as a kite after what she had done to Jane. Repeatedly she had to be told to pay attention by her teachers, but that was nothing new. Seldom had she received so many admiring looks from boys, girls and even faculty though when she walked down the hall. Particularly after lunch everyone seemed to find the Amber Lane package irresistible it seemed. When she spilled the contents of her lunch tray on some dorky freshmen he couldn’t even find the words. He just stared slack jawed at her as her uneaten pasta and lime Jello desert slid down his shirt onto his shoes.
She feared for a moment that she was the last to hear that Jane had told the principal that it was she who had given her a swirlie and pushed her naked into the quad, but that quickly turned out not to be the case. Checking around she found that no one other then her friends Tammy and Kelly knew of her involvement. Quite relieved Amber strut her stuff with even more flair then usual. Her head held high, her chest stuck out and her tight molded on looking slacks showing all her curves.
Almost in response to how well the earlier part of the day had gone things started to take an ugly turn just as sixth period came around. Sixth period Amber and her friends always had European history. It certainly wasn’t one of their favorite classes but it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time the teacher, Ms. Finch, just lectured on and on about long dead French or English kings and they could sit back and pass notes or file their nails. When Amber walked into the class this Friday however she suddenly developed a particular dread for the class. With all the excitement over the last couple of days she had forgotten they had a big assignment due today. An oral presentation in front of the teacher and whole class no less.
They had chosen topics out of hat a couple of weeks prior and Amber’s presentation was supposed to be on the effects of the Dark Age on art and literature. She had only done a couple afternoons worth of research on it so far and had yet to write anything substantial. She had formulated a few thoughts and a thesis, but hadn’t actually done the writing yet. She had been intending to do that the day before but what with suddenly losing her breasts it had slipped her mind. She still couldn’t believe she had let it happen though. This presentation was one quarter of their grade. She was normally so much more with it. Amber didn’t know what was wrong with her. She felt lightheaded.
“Are you okay, amber?” Tammy asked. She sounded genuinely concerned and Kelly looked equally worried. Worse they kept looking her up and down as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 3)
Northridge High School Feud (part 3)
By Tcheser
Going to school the next day was not an option. Amber didn’t even consider it an option. She and her mother went to the family physician, Dr. Phelps, first thing and after having received an urgent call from her father the doctor moved his schedule around so he could see Amber without delay.
He was frankly as startled at what he found as Amber and her parents had been. “A woman doesn’t just lose her breasts over night” he said as he examined her nearly flat chest. There had to be some medical cause though he concluded despite not having a clue as to what it could be. Tests had to be done though and hopefully that would shine some light on the cause of Amber’s condition he reassured the distraught young woman and her mother. He didn’t think she was in any danger though, besides being flat-chested she seemed to be in perfect health. He told them to go home and try not to worry. He would find out the cause and set things right soon enough.
Amber considered telling Dr. Phelps about Jane. About all the weird threats she had been making and everything. She didn’t though. She hardly believed herself that such a thing was possible. She didn’t want to be locked up in a mental ward on top of everything else that had suddenly gone wrong with her. No, she decided she would put her faith in Dr. Phelps and seek a medical solution first. She found it more plausible that she had contracted some weird disease then Jane having done something to her. She was Amber Lane after all. Who the fuck was Jane?
Amber was so worried she did nothing but pace, watch videos and eat ice cream and junk food all day. No answers were forthcoming from Dr. Phelps that day however. The results he had received back already didn’t show evidence of anything wrong with Amber. He was certain the other tests which were due back in the next few days would be more helpful though.
Brad called several times. Eventually Amber answered and had to explain to her boyfriend what happened on their date the night before. She told him she had received a call on her cell phone about her grandmother being on her death bed. She had been so concerned she rushed out of the restaurant and somehow missed Brad waiting for her. Having no time to waste she caught a cab to the hospital and had been with her grandmother all night. She said she was sorry and would make it up to him over the weekend. Amber wasn’t sure he bought her story, but he seemed to like the part about her making it up to him and told her not to worry about it.
There seemed little reason for Amber to go back to school on Friday, but Amber’s mom thought it best. She wasn’t used to having Amber around the house during the day. She felt her daughter cramped her style and more importantly would cramp her scheduled liaison with the pool boy.
By Tcheser
Going to school the next day was not an option. Amber didn’t even consider it an option. She and her mother went to the family physician, Dr. Phelps, first thing and after having received an urgent call from her father the doctor moved his schedule around so he could see Amber without delay.
He was frankly as startled at what he found as Amber and her parents had been. “A woman doesn’t just lose her breasts over night” he said as he examined her nearly flat chest. There had to be some medical cause though he concluded despite not having a clue as to what it could be. Tests had to be done though and hopefully that would shine some light on the cause of Amber’s condition he reassured the distraught young woman and her mother. He didn’t think she was in any danger though, besides being flat-chested she seemed to be in perfect health. He told them to go home and try not to worry. He would find out the cause and set things right soon enough.
Amber considered telling Dr. Phelps about Jane. About all the weird threats she had been making and everything. She didn’t though. She hardly believed herself that such a thing was possible. She didn’t want to be locked up in a mental ward on top of everything else that had suddenly gone wrong with her. No, she decided she would put her faith in Dr. Phelps and seek a medical solution first. She found it more plausible that she had contracted some weird disease then Jane having done something to her. She was Amber Lane after all. Who the fuck was Jane?
Amber was so worried she did nothing but pace, watch videos and eat ice cream and junk food all day. No answers were forthcoming from Dr. Phelps that day however. The results he had received back already didn’t show evidence of anything wrong with Amber. He was certain the other tests which were due back in the next few days would be more helpful though.
Brad called several times. Eventually Amber answered and had to explain to her boyfriend what happened on their date the night before. She told him she had received a call on her cell phone about her grandmother being on her death bed. She had been so concerned she rushed out of the restaurant and somehow missed Brad waiting for her. Having no time to waste she caught a cab to the hospital and had been with her grandmother all night. She said she was sorry and would make it up to him over the weekend. Amber wasn’t sure he bought her story, but he seemed to like the part about her making it up to him and told her not to worry about it.
There seemed little reason for Amber to go back to school on Friday, but Amber’s mom thought it best. She wasn’t used to having Amber around the house during the day. She felt her daughter cramped her style and more importantly would cramp her scheduled liaison with the pool boy.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 2)
Northridge High School Feud (part 2)
By Tcheser
The next day Amber ran into Jane again in the parking lot. Jane came up and stopped her despite Amber’s attempts to evade her.
“Avoiding the sun recently, Amber” Jane asked caustically. Amber wasn’t dressed as skimpily as the day before. She now wore a blouse with long sleeves, tight slacks and boots.
“Hardy fucking har, Joan” Amber replied and tried to head on but was cut off.
“I know it’s funny ‘cause I did it Amber, and my name is Jane” the smaller girl informed Amber “Now if you don’t want it to get any worse you better confess.”
“Bite me, you twerp” Amber said harshly as she pushed Jane away from her quite roughly. Jane lost her balance and ended up falling to the ground and partially in a puddle. She wasn’t too messed up luckily but a number of people saw the incident and had a good laugh. This included Amber as she walked to class. Jane just shook her head and got up.
“You have this soooooo coming, Amber. I’m glad I’m not in your shoes” Jane remarked to herself as she flipped though her spell book once again, this time holding Ambers hairbrush which she had just swiped from her handbag.
By Tcheser
The next day Amber ran into Jane again in the parking lot. Jane came up and stopped her despite Amber’s attempts to evade her.
“Avoiding the sun recently, Amber” Jane asked caustically. Amber wasn’t dressed as skimpily as the day before. She now wore a blouse with long sleeves, tight slacks and boots.
“Hardy fucking har, Joan” Amber replied and tried to head on but was cut off.
“I know it’s funny ‘cause I did it Amber, and my name is Jane” the smaller girl informed Amber “Now if you don’t want it to get any worse you better confess.”
“Bite me, you twerp” Amber said harshly as she pushed Jane away from her quite roughly. Jane lost her balance and ended up falling to the ground and partially in a puddle. She wasn’t too messed up luckily but a number of people saw the incident and had a good laugh. This included Amber as she walked to class. Jane just shook her head and got up.
“You have this soooooo coming, Amber. I’m glad I’m not in your shoes” Jane remarked to herself as she flipped though her spell book once again, this time holding Ambers hairbrush which she had just swiped from her handbag.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 1)
Northridge High School Feud (part 1)
By Tcheser
There were two separate but distinct factions at Northridge High School. There were those who were popular and those who were not. There were of course many other distinctions and classifications, cliques and groups, but in the end everyone could be broken down as to belonging to either the popular group or not. The Popular ran the school. They were the beautiful people of Northridge. They were the jocks, the hot chicks and the rich kids predominantly. Nothing was done or happened with out their permission. That permission was also only given if you were one of them or did what they said to get on their good side. It was good, very good, to be one of the popular kids.
It was of course less desirable to be one of the unpopular kids. This faction was made up of everyone not of the first group. The wallflowers, the shrinking violets, the nerds, the geeks, the spazzs, the welfare cases, the burnouts, the junkies, the artists, the intellectuals, the beatniks, the individualists and everyone else who wasn’t of the social elite that ran the school. Sure they were of greater number but their level of organization and social structure was nowhere as developed as that of the minority that ran things. All they hoped to do was to make it through high school and not get picked on or humiliated too often. That was the state of affairs for everyone at Northridge high.
That is until March of the most recent school year. That was when things changed dramatically for three students at Northridge high. The first two were known as Carol Jervis and Jane Jones. Both were average students in the 11th grade currently. Carol was into science and particularly astronomy while Jane was into history, art, the school paper and mysticism. They were what one would call un-noteworthy or plain if one were rude. Carol had lank red hair and bad acne and Jane had short frizzy dishwater brown hair and thick glasses. Neither had what one would call a well developed body and they frequently were teased by the other girls because of this. Obviously they were not of the popular faction.
Amber Lane however was. She was head cheerleader, Vice President of the Celebratory committee, and Snow Princess three years running. She was an honor roll student although she never did any homework. She drove a new fire red Mazda Miata convertible and dated Brad Wells the school baseball team’s star pitcher. And as if that were not enough she was also very attractive. She had a killer body, beautiful skin and curves in all the right places, long thick naturally blonde hair, and a face she had been offered modeling gigs for. Obviously she was of the popular faction and universally despised by those beneath her. Her attitude was on par with her inflated ego and sense of self worth. She treated everyone not of her social standing like dirt beneath her feet. Most of them wished she would get hers one day, but no one really thought she ever would. She was seemingly untouchable.
That is until the day after one of the biggest football games of the year. On this day the 11th grade trigonometry teacher, Mr. Willis, found his car. It had been missing for several days and was finally found at the bottom of a ravine obscured by brush and trees. Investigators determined that someone had rammed his car, most likely intentionally and pushed it out of the parking lot and down into the deep ravine. The culprit they further determined had been driving a red car indicated by the red paint left on Mr. Willis’s car and would have damage to the front bumper and possibly fenders. Reviewing logs of who was at the school at the time the car disappeared which was after school the police came up with a list of suspects. Many were quickly tossed out as not having cars or having cars that weren’t red. The remaining received special visits in which their cars were inspected. Among them was Carol Jervis. Despite not being particularly wealthy or even middle class she had managed to afford an old beat up Chrysler. It wasn’t much but her uncle who was a whiz with motors had managed to bring it back to life for her. It they found was the right color and had damage to the front end.
To Carol’s horror and that of her family and her best friend Jane the police then proceeded to charge her with reckless destruction of private property and malicious mayhem. The motive they decided was either drugs or wanton cruelty. Her parents were able to scrape together enough money for a lawyer and Carol was released from custody after just a day, but she was suspended from school until she issued an apology to Mr. Willis AND paid for the damages to his car. The first she refused to do on principal, the second she couldn’t afford to do. She already worked part time at a nearby diner to help the family and even full time the damage came to more then she would make by the end of the year. She was crushed as this would just about destroy her academic record and any chance of a scholarship to college which was the only way she was going to get to go.
Jane did her best to comfort her friend, but it was difficult. Carol maintained that she was innocent and that only made things harder for her. Resolute in her quest to help her best friend Jane launched her own investigation. She found out little at first, but then she recalled a marker she could call in. So she made contact with the young detective in the local police force she had met while working on the paper last year. He had liked the young girl and really respected her integrity when they first met and they had been exchanging friendly emails ever since. He agreed at once to find out what he could and she was glad he did.
He found out after a little nosing around and calling in a favor of his own that there had been another prime suspect in the case, one with a better motive, better means and unfortunately better connections. The police had been none too subtly told to look elsewhere when pressure from the suspect’s father was applied. Jane nearly turned beat red with anger when she learned who the culprit most likely was. It was none other then Amber Lane. Immediately Jane embarked on a plan to clear her friends name and make Amber wish she was never born.
When Amber saw Jane walking towards her the next Monday before school she had no idea what the little “nobody” could want. She sized up the girls somewhat Goth black skirt, tights and ankh with her incongruous purple cardigan and couldn’t help but smirk. Jane on the other hand had to try hard to not attack the perky little perfect princess in her sexy belly baring top which stretched lovingly against her healthy breasts, pink trimmed white track pants and fashionable sneakers. She had to know if Amber was guilty before she did anything.
By Tcheser
There were two separate but distinct factions at Northridge High School. There were those who were popular and those who were not. There were of course many other distinctions and classifications, cliques and groups, but in the end everyone could be broken down as to belonging to either the popular group or not. The Popular ran the school. They were the beautiful people of Northridge. They were the jocks, the hot chicks and the rich kids predominantly. Nothing was done or happened with out their permission. That permission was also only given if you were one of them or did what they said to get on their good side. It was good, very good, to be one of the popular kids.
It was of course less desirable to be one of the unpopular kids. This faction was made up of everyone not of the first group. The wallflowers, the shrinking violets, the nerds, the geeks, the spazzs, the welfare cases, the burnouts, the junkies, the artists, the intellectuals, the beatniks, the individualists and everyone else who wasn’t of the social elite that ran the school. Sure they were of greater number but their level of organization and social structure was nowhere as developed as that of the minority that ran things. All they hoped to do was to make it through high school and not get picked on or humiliated too often. That was the state of affairs for everyone at Northridge high.
That is until March of the most recent school year. That was when things changed dramatically for three students at Northridge high. The first two were known as Carol Jervis and Jane Jones. Both were average students in the 11th grade currently. Carol was into science and particularly astronomy while Jane was into history, art, the school paper and mysticism. They were what one would call un-noteworthy or plain if one were rude. Carol had lank red hair and bad acne and Jane had short frizzy dishwater brown hair and thick glasses. Neither had what one would call a well developed body and they frequently were teased by the other girls because of this. Obviously they were not of the popular faction.
Amber Lane however was. She was head cheerleader, Vice President of the Celebratory committee, and Snow Princess three years running. She was an honor roll student although she never did any homework. She drove a new fire red Mazda Miata convertible and dated Brad Wells the school baseball team’s star pitcher. And as if that were not enough she was also very attractive. She had a killer body, beautiful skin and curves in all the right places, long thick naturally blonde hair, and a face she had been offered modeling gigs for. Obviously she was of the popular faction and universally despised by those beneath her. Her attitude was on par with her inflated ego and sense of self worth. She treated everyone not of her social standing like dirt beneath her feet. Most of them wished she would get hers one day, but no one really thought she ever would. She was seemingly untouchable.
That is until the day after one of the biggest football games of the year. On this day the 11th grade trigonometry teacher, Mr. Willis, found his car. It had been missing for several days and was finally found at the bottom of a ravine obscured by brush and trees. Investigators determined that someone had rammed his car, most likely intentionally and pushed it out of the parking lot and down into the deep ravine. The culprit they further determined had been driving a red car indicated by the red paint left on Mr. Willis’s car and would have damage to the front bumper and possibly fenders. Reviewing logs of who was at the school at the time the car disappeared which was after school the police came up with a list of suspects. Many were quickly tossed out as not having cars or having cars that weren’t red. The remaining received special visits in which their cars were inspected. Among them was Carol Jervis. Despite not being particularly wealthy or even middle class she had managed to afford an old beat up Chrysler. It wasn’t much but her uncle who was a whiz with motors had managed to bring it back to life for her. It they found was the right color and had damage to the front end.
To Carol’s horror and that of her family and her best friend Jane the police then proceeded to charge her with reckless destruction of private property and malicious mayhem. The motive they decided was either drugs or wanton cruelty. Her parents were able to scrape together enough money for a lawyer and Carol was released from custody after just a day, but she was suspended from school until she issued an apology to Mr. Willis AND paid for the damages to his car. The first she refused to do on principal, the second she couldn’t afford to do. She already worked part time at a nearby diner to help the family and even full time the damage came to more then she would make by the end of the year. She was crushed as this would just about destroy her academic record and any chance of a scholarship to college which was the only way she was going to get to go.
Jane did her best to comfort her friend, but it was difficult. Carol maintained that she was innocent and that only made things harder for her. Resolute in her quest to help her best friend Jane launched her own investigation. She found out little at first, but then she recalled a marker she could call in. So she made contact with the young detective in the local police force she had met while working on the paper last year. He had liked the young girl and really respected her integrity when they first met and they had been exchanging friendly emails ever since. He agreed at once to find out what he could and she was glad he did.
He found out after a little nosing around and calling in a favor of his own that there had been another prime suspect in the case, one with a better motive, better means and unfortunately better connections. The police had been none too subtly told to look elsewhere when pressure from the suspect’s father was applied. Jane nearly turned beat red with anger when she learned who the culprit most likely was. It was none other then Amber Lane. Immediately Jane embarked on a plan to clear her friends name and make Amber wish she was never born.
When Amber saw Jane walking towards her the next Monday before school she had no idea what the little “nobody” could want. She sized up the girls somewhat Goth black skirt, tights and ankh with her incongruous purple cardigan and couldn’t help but smirk. Jane on the other hand had to try hard to not attack the perky little perfect princess in her sexy belly baring top which stretched lovingly against her healthy breasts, pink trimmed white track pants and fashionable sneakers. She had to know if Amber was guilty before she did anything.
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