Wedgie stories

First Day of Sophmore year

     "Bella wake up, or you're gonna be late!" I can hear my mother's voice from downstairs, but the thought of waking up is making me nauseous. I know that being late on my first day wouldn't be setting myself up for success this year, but at least I could take my time and potentially avoid running into Chloe. "Bella if you're not downstairs in ten minutes I'm sending your sister in!" Why must they always threaten me with Becca? 

      "Okay!" I call down as I slump out of my room and head down the hall towards the bathroom. Considering how much my parents pay for our house I really think I should have my own bathroom.

     "What's up dork!" Becca's voice is pushing me faster towards the bathroom. If I can just get inside to lock the door- "Ah!" I call out as my pajama shorts are swiftly pulled down to my ankles, "Nice granny panties nerd." I reach down to pull my shorts back up, but immediately regret my decision when I feel Becca's hand grasp the waistband of my purple granny panties. "Please don't," I say in a last-ditch effort to get mercy from my older sister, but it's too late as I feel my underwear get rocketed up my back. "WEDGIE!!!!" Becca yells over my scream of pain. 

     "Becca that's enough," my mother's voice carries up the stairs and gives me hope that perhaps I'll get off with a mild butt flossing. "Fine." Becca huffs but does not release her grip on my waistband. "Let me go," I say turning to find that Becca had a sickening grin on her face. 

Before I can call for help Becca covers my mouth with one hand while maintaining her grip on my waistband with her other hand and pushes me into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

     Five minutes later I waddle out of the bathroom with both the front and back of my underwear over my soaking wet head, "Another perfectly executed Ultra Wedgie 2000." Becca exclaims as she guides me downstairs to show off her masterpiece.

     "Oh, Becca I told you to leave her alone." My mother scolds her while helping me out of my brutal wedgie. My mother and I are very similar, we both have light brown hair that we always keep in a ponytail as well as our matching black, thick-rimmed glasses, though mine are currently being held together with scotch tape. We also usually end up with our underwear hooked over our head so we understand each other pretty well. 

     "Come on I'm just preparing her for today," Becca calls over her shoulder as she walks back upstairs. She was right, I would be an idiot to think that this year would be any different than the last 11 years. "It's okay mom she's right," I said sulking upstairs to take a shower. I knew it made my mom mad that I had to endure the same torture she did, but there was no escaping the bullies in this town.

     As an asthmatic, I probably shouldn't put myself in the position to have to run to catch the bus, but that is exactly my current predicament. As I jealously stare at my athletic older sister running a full ten feet ahead of me I want so badly to give up and just crawl back home and fall asleep, but I know that isn't an option.

     "Bella!" A wave of happiness breaks over me as I make eye contact with my best friend, Allison Beck, who is waving at me from her spot in the middle of the bus. I quickly make my way towards her, but a red high heel sends me crashing to the floor just as the bus driver takes off towards the school.

     "Watch where you're walking loser." A familiar voice above me sends shivers down my spine as I attempt to get up. It was Chloe Davids, the most notorious bully at Northridge High, known for her ruthless wedgies and swirlies. I manage to get upright, but the humiliation wasn't quite over, "Hope you had a nice summer dork, let me give you a taste of what sophomore year is gonna be like," I panic as I feel her perfectly manicured hand reach into my pants to grab hold of my light blue granny panties, sadly, these are the stretchiest pair I have, "Let's see what underwear you decided to wear loser." I try to brace myself for what I know is coming next, but the sheer force with which Chloe pulls my underwear to the back of my head causes me to let out a pathetic scream.