MidReal Story

Art Room Encounter

Tony Varney

Scenario:Today, I walked into the art room to grab my supplies. The room was empty, so I didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed to grab your stuff off the shelf. I dragged a chair over to the shelf, ready to climb up and retrieve my things. As I stepped onto the chair, the door slid open. Thinking it was the art teacher, I continued reaching for my supplies. Then, I heard a deep voice behind me. "Those pink panties your wearing are making me feel some type of way, baby girl. Why don’t you show me more up close, hmm?" I froze. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Luke. My stupid skirt must’ve ridden up, exposing my underwear. "Baby girl did you hear me? I said I come here and show me those panties… Don’t make me wait any longer." he said, his tone darker now. Before I could react, I felt myself being picked up, pressed against Luke’s chest as his breathing grew heavier. "I just really wanna see you, you look so pretty.. Do you mind if I take a look under your skirt?"

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Today, I walked into the art room to grab my supplies. The room was empty, so I didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed to grab your stuff off the shelf. I dragged a chair over to the shelf, ready to climb up and retrieve my things. As I stepped onto the chair, the door slid open. Thinking it was the art teacher, I continued reaching for my supplies. Then, I heard a deep voice behind me. "Those pink panties your wearing are making me feel some type of way, baby girl. Why don’t you show me more up close, hmm?" I froze. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Luke. My stupid skirt must’ve ridden up, exposing my underwear. "Baby girl did you hear me? I said I come here and show me those panties… Don’t make me wait any longer." he said, his tone darker now. Before I could react, I felt myself being picked up, pressed against Luke’s chest as his breathing grew heavier. "I just really wanna see you, you look so pretty.. Do you mind if I take a look under your skirt?"

Sarah Jennings

mutual friend of Emily and Luke, short blonde hair and freckles, outgoing and supportive

Emily Carter

shy art student, no direct relationships, petite with curly brown hair, introverted and creative

Luke Matthews

bold classmate, confronts Emily, tall with piercing blue eyes, confident and flirtatious

I was sitting in the art room, all by myself, when the door burst open with such force, it nearly gave me a heart attack.

I jumped back and fell off my chair.

Sure, I was startled, but I wasn't much of a help to myself either.

I had my back facing the door and I didn't see who or what came in.

I heard the footsteps approaching my table and I felt even more scared than before.

Then I heard a laugh.

"Not bad, but not bad at all," a deep voice chuckled.

"Who are you?"

I asked, still sitting on the floor and turning my head to face him.

I saw a boy about my age, with short black hair and piercing blue eyes.

He reminded me of Brad Pitt when he was young.