You decide to risk it, because recess should end any moment now, right?
Well, Bailey is getting bored of the monkey bars, and she decides to walk over to get a drink, when the commotion around Rachel catches her eye. Bailey forces her way through the crowd, and before you know it she’s hovering over you. Bailey has red hair and freckles, and she’s dressed very nicely in a plaid dress and a hairband. The rest of her classmates probably don’t know about her crazy side, you think to yourself.
“Aww, he’s so cute!” you hear Bailey’s dreaded voice say. She starts to poke you a little too hard for comfort, but Rachel doesn’t seem to notice.
“Oh, James, it’s you! How did you ever get like this?” she asks, trying her hardest to sound nice. “Well, Rachel, since I am James’ neighbor and all, I feel like James would be better off with me, don’t you think? I’ll be able to get him home safely, don’t worry!”
Before you can protest, Rachel decides to hand you over to Bailey. You’re literally in the hands of the enemy now. You begin to experience dread like you’ve never felt before, because whatever your life was, you know it’s over now.
Noticing that people are still watching her, Bailey puts you daintily into her little purse. You heave a sigh of relief. Maybe Bailey isn’t so bad after all?
After recess, Bailey asks to be excused to the bathroom, which is a room attached to the classroom with room for only one person to use in privacy. Bailey goes in, locks the door, pulls you out of her purse and tries to lick your head, but since you’re so small your entire body gets stuck on her tongue. She spits you out into her hand. Your entire body is covered in her second grader spit. You gag a couple of times.
“See James I licked you that means you have cooties! You’re all mine now to play with forever and ever…”
You begin to feel nauseous. You’ve seen Bailey “play” with her pets, so know that you had a very good chance of being killed by Bailey’s recklessness. Or worse. Much worse.
“So James, whaddaya wanna do first, huh? You can be my butt slave all day, or you can swim in a cup of my spit, just like at the pool! Well?” Bailey seemed very excited, after all, you were a new toy for her to play with.
You gag as you think over your options, knowing this was only the beginning.
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