The bell echoed throughout the gym, signalling that your punishment was finally over.
"Huh, it's your lucky day isn't it, dipshit? And to think that I had so much more fun planed for you today."
You thanked the heavens as coach lifted his meaty ass off of your meek face, allowing you a breath of fresh air. You quickly sat up to see everyone else, including your sadistic coach, filing their way out of the gym and into their designated locker rooms. You were slightly surprised by this as Coach usually gave you a 'special goodbye' after every class. "Maybe he's waiting until we're in the locker room so that everyone can see him humiliate me," you thought to yourself. Irregardless, you had to hurry to the locker room lest you wanted that brute to become enraged at you.
In the locker room things continued to be unusual as you saw Coach quickly making his way away from where your locker is located. At first you thought that he must have done something to it but you soon realized that wasn't the case as everything appeared to be in order. Not wanting to be within reach of your bully of a Coach any longer, you quickly changed your clothes and reached for your body spray. That's when you realized it, your body spray was missing.
"Damn it, that sadistic-ass human skunk must have taken it. Uugghhh, that's the only thing that keeps me from smelling like his ass for the whole day! Damn it all," you complained to yourself as you realize that you're going to be wearing Eau de Bruce all day long.
For the rest of the day your fellow classmates avoided you like the plague, not that you were particularly popular anyways. Coach's farts had the same effect as skunk spray in terms of potency and it's effects on people. You had to endure the humiliation of people holding their noses as you walked passed them in the hall. You were even asked to step into the hallway during one of your classes once your classmates and teacher couldn't endure the stench any longer.
"So this is what he wanted, huh?" you thought whilst sitting in the hallway, "To publicly humiliate me not only to our gym class but also to the whole school, making me even more of a social outcast in the prcess."
*rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnggggg*
The final bell of the day rung, signaling that you could finally go home and wash off all of Coach's potent stench. There was only one last thing you had to attend to, see what the homework was in the class you were just exiled from.
"Hmmm, looks like we just have book work. Good thing I already have my book in my backpa- WHERE'S MY BOOK!?" you exclaimed in horror. "I know it was right in here, where could it have go-...oh shit," you said as shiver ran down your spine as you realized that your bully coach had stolen your book.
"I have to go get it, I can't afford a missing assignment. My grade's bad enough as it is!" you told yourself for courage as you made your way back to your sadistic coach's dungeon, the locker room.
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