Prohibition and otherwise misuse of school property was a punishable offense under the law of Ms. Polluck. Buttercombe Academy was an old building with many old features still intact after many years of faithful use and service, and she did a fine job of keeping it that way. If she had any idea that a small gathering of disgruntled students had convened so late at night in the library, heads would no doubt roll right through the doors of the academy; expelled.
That being said, the faint whispers of chubby girls and the less subtle groaning of overloaded seats as they struggled to contain their respectively overfed sitters filled the room, mixed with the tapping of yet another a light midnight shower from outside. The lights were off, but they weren't exactly necessary to notice that not one, not two, but four unhappy 'Combers had gathered in secret to discuss the dethroning of their tyrannical gym teacher.
Sitting in a formation of three relocated chairs to one loveseat, the four of them situated themselves in a sort of pentagonal shape around a small table (as none of them really cared to struggle with removing themselves from the floor unassisted these days) and a cell phone acting as their sacred light. All dressed in sleep attire, as it was rather late, the Ashley Knight Dismissal Squad didn't exactly look the part of a formal committee as they bickered and gossiped in their pajamas.
"Look, I hate her just as much as you guys do." said a honeysuckle colored student as she shushed the rambunctious crowd of rounded rebels with her sharp whisper, "But if you don't shut up we're just gonna get thrown out!"
There was some initial backlash at the most committed of those present, aforementioned Monique Rodriquez, as she struggled to reign in control of her friends. Things were often like this, unfortunately. The three of them (excluding the reclusive Mia) often couldn't work together on projects due to this exact same reasoning, too much time using their mouths to gossip, fight, or eat than actually putting them to collaboration.
"Will everyone please shut up?" Monique pleaded with her friends, "Seriously, we've gotta do this and then get out of here!"
"Well why do we have to stay up so late anyway?" came the dispute from the couch-bound student, Lauren Grant, "Why can't you just tell use whatever you're gonna tell us in the morning? It can't be all that hard to understand."
There was more hushed arguing from the remaining four corners of the pentagon as it seemed less and less likely that any actual planning was going to get done. Taking a subtle hint in the mood, a big-bellied girl took a deep breath and let out a big burp, quieting all those present in the room. As the four others looked on in slight disgust, the blonde girl smiled to herself contentedly, "You're free to take the floor, Chairwoman Rodriguez." she said, smarmy grin dimpling her cheeks.
"Forget being out past curfew," came from the loveseat, "that was just gross, Hester. You should be expelled for that."
"Got you quiet." she said confidently
"...thank you, Hester." Monique managed, pushing past the subject of Hester Rhea's rather loud call to attention, "Anyway, like I was saying, it really shouldn't be all that hard to make Coach Knight slip up here and there. But what's really gonna make it count is execution." she hissed in a low voice,"It's all in how we do it. I say we slip her some weight gain powder in that thermos she's always carrying around. If we pay extra for the kind that doesn't taste like crap, then she probably won't notice a thing."
"My brother used to take weight gain supplements." Mia piped up from her chair, "A-And since he worked out all the time, all he really did was gain muscle."
"Great plan, Monique." came the peanut gallery from the couch, "Let's turn the Queen of Mean into a PMS'ing HeShe. That'll get her off our asses."
"Hey, I don't hear you coming up with anything decent!"
"G-Guys!" Mia hushed the two of them, not wanting to soil her perfect disciplinary record either, "A-As I was saying, he got really buff until he broke his leg. Th-Then he started to... erm, fill out..."
"So, what, we break her leg?" Hester queried
"No!" Monique chided her heavyset friend, "I don't know what we do! We can't give her weight gain powder because she'll just hulk out on us. How do we get a woman who lives, eats and breathes exercise to sit still for minute?"
There was silence, only the pitter patter of rainfall filling the room as the four girls contemplated what was just explained...
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