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.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
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.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Story: On The Run
ON THE RUN
By Tcheser
The doors to my establishment opened with a jingle that roused me from my daze. A customer I thought happily. Coming around the corner from the back office into the outer office which served and looked like a pawn shop I saw the customer. Now I'm not one to gawk but this woman was something else. The young woman was tall like a model, but not a waif like most were. Her hair was long and golden and her face as beautiful as a movie star's. She wore a rather sexy long black gown, which hugged her slim figure like a lover, with a long slit up her left thigh. Her long elegant legs were clad in sheer black silk stockings. Her jewelry was expensive but not ostentatious. She wore Gold earrings at her ear lobes, gold necklaces around her neck and gold bracelets around her slender wrists. Finally she was perched on extravagantly high stiletto black patent heels which gave her
beautiful calves and ass the perfect boost. Her plunging neckline revealed nicely firm and generous breasts.
I began to say hello and ask how I could help when she stopped me rather rudely with a hand gesture. She then said she knew I did more then run a pawn shop and she needed assistance in that department. She was right about that. I did run another business out of the store. In addition to acting as a pawnbroker I also helped people in trouble. I helped by making them disappear. I didn't let on right away that she was correct though. She could be a cop or worse after all.
I asked her how she found out about me. She replied that a friend of a friend of hers named Gina Dawson availed herself of my services to escape a vengeful ex-husband. Seeing as she could have only really heard about that from Gina I let down my guard a bit and invited her into the back office. She nodded and walked into the back like she owned the place. Shrugging I put the closed sign up and then hurried after her.
By Tcheser
The doors to my establishment opened with a jingle that roused me from my daze. A customer I thought happily. Coming around the corner from the back office into the outer office which served and looked like a pawn shop I saw the customer. Now I'm not one to gawk but this woman was something else. The young woman was tall like a model, but not a waif like most were. Her hair was long and golden and her face as beautiful as a movie star's. She wore a rather sexy long black gown, which hugged her slim figure like a lover, with a long slit up her left thigh. Her long elegant legs were clad in sheer black silk stockings. Her jewelry was expensive but not ostentatious. She wore Gold earrings at her ear lobes, gold necklaces around her neck and gold bracelets around her slender wrists. Finally she was perched on extravagantly high stiletto black patent heels which gave her
beautiful calves and ass the perfect boost. Her plunging neckline revealed nicely firm and generous breasts.
I began to say hello and ask how I could help when she stopped me rather rudely with a hand gesture. She then said she knew I did more then run a pawn shop and she needed assistance in that department. She was right about that. I did run another business out of the store. In addition to acting as a pawnbroker I also helped people in trouble. I helped by making them disappear. I didn't let on right away that she was correct though. She could be a cop or worse after all.
I asked her how she found out about me. She replied that a friend of a friend of hers named Gina Dawson availed herself of my services to escape a vengeful ex-husband. Seeing as she could have only really heard about that from Gina I let down my guard a bit and invited her into the back office. She nodded and walked into the back like she owned the place. Shrugging I put the closed sign up and then hurried after her.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Story: Angie's Vacation From Stardom (part 3)
Angie's Vacation From Stardom
Part 3
By Tcheser
Now than Angie had eaten, rested and was now clean and dressed, Martha decided it was time to have a serious talk with the mysterious girl. She led Angie into the charming little living room of her apartment and sat her down on the sofa next to her. “Alright, Angie, I’m a generous person and a good Christian, but if I am going to help you there are some things that I need to know. Do you understand? Can I ask you a few questions?”
Angie wasn’t sure where this was going and just replied “Okay.”
Pleased that Angie was cooperating Martha smiled “First, where are you from? You don’t look like you have been on the streets long. Are you running away from home? Is there someone who is missing you?”
Thinking quickly Angie gave Martha details from a character she had played in a made for TV movie that never saw the light of day. “No, no one is looking for me. My mother raised me by herself and she recently had a mental breakdown and had to be put into an institution. The state found me a foster home but it was horrible so I told them I was leaving, but they could keep the state stipend if they didn’t report me missing.”
Martha just shook her head at the sad story. Angie wasn’t sure if she was being believed or not. “How long ago was that? How have you been surviving?” Martha asked.
Part 3
Now than Angie had eaten, rested and was now clean and dressed, Martha decided it was time to have a serious talk with the mysterious girl. She led Angie into the charming little living room of her apartment and sat her down on the sofa next to her. “Alright, Angie, I’m a generous person and a good Christian, but if I am going to help you there are some things that I need to know. Do you understand? Can I ask you a few questions?”
Angie wasn’t sure where this was going and just replied “Okay.”
Pleased that Angie was cooperating Martha smiled “First, where are you from? You don’t look like you have been on the streets long. Are you running away from home? Is there someone who is missing you?”
Thinking quickly Angie gave Martha details from a character she had played in a made for TV movie that never saw the light of day. “No, no one is looking for me. My mother raised me by herself and she recently had a mental breakdown and had to be put into an institution. The state found me a foster home but it was horrible so I told them I was leaving, but they could keep the state stipend if they didn’t report me missing.”
Martha just shook her head at the sad story. Angie wasn’t sure if she was being believed or not. “How long ago was that? How have you been surviving?” Martha asked.
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