A smile appears across your face as the school bell rings. Amanda's school is closer to home, but you're lean and fast. Or so you thought. You're winded during the first block, dripping sweat by the second and pull something by third. A little under two thirds of the way home you stop to take a breather, and end up collapsing onto someone's lawn. Your too tired to move.
Suddenly Amanda pulls up next to you on her bike. She stares at you questioningly. In proper melodramatic fashion, you reach out to her. "Amanda. Get mom. Have her... bring.. car..."
"God Amy. Your really out of shape," your sister observes, "Can you even get up?"
You struggle for a moment and roll onto your back. "No... I can't..." :( Amanda checks to see if anyone is watching and then grins. "...Why are you smiling?"
Still smiling, Amanda steps over you so that her feet are on either side of you head. Then she squats down. You can only look up in horror as Amanda's butt envelopes your face.
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