You dismiss Sandy, with a few insults. Jack and Jim quickly shouting insults about her too small ass, as she walks away. Other observations are made about not appreciating how easy she has life as a girl.
Forgetting about the incident you finish the day, and get ready to head home. Walking out the door together, Sandy steps out from behind a pillar. Palm upward and open, she blows across it, sending powder into your three faces.
Coughing, sneezing and rubbing it from your nose, eyes, and mouth. Sandy is laughing at your discomfort.
Jim pulls back his arm as if ready to punch her. But Jack steps in front.
"Yeah... You can't punch a girl." you tell him. Sparing a snarky smile for Sandy, as you score a point. Punching women is wrong. Taking the high moral ground, you walk past as if she's nothing. Jack pulls Jim until he falls into step with you. "Yeah... If you were a guy." he mutters to himself, loud enough for Sandy to hear.
"Or if you guys were girls..." Sandy chuckled to herself, as she walked off in the opposite direction.
Heading home, you go your separate ways, and have a dull evening doing your homework, and watching TV. Too quickly the evening passes and you head to bed.
Your sleep is deep, but troubled, Sandy's words refusing to leave you in peace.
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