Ashley hated to do it, but being both starving and having a low metabolism at lunch (or worse, dinner) could kill her lifetime of being a paragon of physical fitness. She reached in and pulled out another donut, if only to sustain herself. Taking a slow, savory bite as the cream glaze and jelly filled her mouth, Ashley had to admit it was a culinary masterpiece. Still, her self-control kept her at just two. Self-control was what set her apart from the fatasses on campus and faculty. Self-control was what kept her from being like her obese older sister, Kelly. Self-control was what kept her amazing body.
Still, she thought, one more couldn't hurt.
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You see, what set Ms. Knight onto her crusade against cellulite, largely came from her big sister. She wasn't a bitch or anything, in fact, quite the opposite, she was warm, kind, and had a lovely personality. Ash still had fond memories of her younger self playing dress-up and house and other childhood games of pretend with her sister. She fully admitted that she cared for her, the trouble spot being her sister's weight. As long as Ashley could remember, her sister was never under 200 pounds. She constantly had to catch her breath in their games of tag, softball, and just about any physically exerting activity. The times of inactivity while she (metaphorically) had to wait for her sister pissed her off to know end, making her swear a self-pact to never slip to the dark side of the scale. Course, considering this story, that vow isn't lasting long.
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Another day, another class of tubbies trying their damndest to earn the smallest shred of respect for their overbearing P.E coach. Needless to say, the day wasn't won. Bouts of yelling at the class of girls' vain attempt at physical exercise as per usual. Times of Ms. Farron trying to get Knight to ease up. Times immediately afterward of a weight-related low blow in Farron's direction.
Some things just never change.
Afterwards, in the locker room, the small class of large girls gad huddled together, football-style.
'We've got to do something about the Holy Crusader. She's being a total bitch and getting away scott-free!' said the supposed leader, Monique Raminez. 'Well, the school board co-' 'The school board nothing! They didn't remove their stupid policies on how big out bookbags can be! How can we expect them to take down the Knight in PMS Armor?'
The chatter continued on how to deal with the abusive instructor as one student standing outside the huddle piped up.
'Give her a taste of her own medicine.'
All of the huddle collectively turned to see their geeky classmate Mia Tanden, looking as inclusive and shy as ever. 'I-I mean we could, y'know, put like, weight gain powder in her water bottle n' stuff.'
The huddle reconvened as the collective group agreed on Mia's...alternative methods.
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