MidReal Story

Art Room Encounter

Williams

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?"

Chanel Kensington

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

Christine Monroe

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

Luke Matthews

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

I was sitting in the art room, all alone, working on my latest piece.

It was a Wednesday and the school was pretty quiet.

Most of the students had study hall and they were either in the library or out in the courtyard.

The teachers were all in the teacher’s lounge, which meant I had the room all to myself.

I liked it that way.

I could just focus on my work and not have to worry about anyone bothering me.

Or, at this time, making too much small talk.

I wasn’t really in the mood for any of that.

I heard the door open and sighed.

I hoped it wasn’t Mrs. Johnson coming over to give me some criticism on my work.

I didn’t think I could handle that right now.