This choice: You make it to your first class unscathed • Go Back... You munched contentedly on your toast on the way to school, mostly just staring out the window while Kira played some K-Pop boy band you didn't recognize. When you got to school, Kira quickly left you behind, catching one of her friends at the entrance to school. You, on the other hand, steeled yourself for the danger and forged your way inside.
You were jostled and almost stepped on a few times, but luckily most people, besides some of the freshman, knew to look out for you at this point, and you managed to avoid those who might pick on you.
Your first class was US History, and you slipped into class a few minutes before the bell, taking a seat at your special desk in the front. This one has been custom-built for you with a higher chair to better reach the desk. It reminded you a bit of a high-chair, and admittedly wouldn't bring you any pride to sit in, but it made it much easier to work in your classes, so you would take what you could get.
The teacher, Ms. Arons, was a woman in her early thirties with a petite body, creamy caramel skin, frizzy black hair, and a butt that was hard not to notice even in her long skirts, particularly when she bent down to grab something. You were somewhat happy to sit in the front because of that, and Ms. Arons was nothing if not kind, and she was one of the few teachers at the school that never even subconsciously babied you.
She shot you a smile as she put the finishing touches on her lesson before the bell rang, writing something on the board. Today you were getting into the California Gold Rush, it seemed. Just before the bell rang, your best friend Katie came sprinting into the class, taking the empty seat beside you. Katie was a tall redhead with many freckles dotting her pale face and a slim hourglass body suitable for the sports she loved to play, track and volleyball. She wore her normal sweats and crop top that stuck out due to her small but perky breasts, accented by the purple sports bra you could just see sticking out of the bottom of the top. The bell rang as she sat down, and she flashed you her signature cheeky smile.
"Welcome to class, everyone. Glad we could all make it, if by a hair for some of us," Ms. Arons said, looking pointedly at Katie, "Now let's get started."
The class went smoothly, and you went off to your next class, which was...
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