Lucy and Daniela

Lucy and Daniela: 9

Who they were didn't matter. What they were doing did. A few girls had found a girl with panties sticking out of her pants enough to warrant a wedgie. And they were going to deliver.

But the girl was running. Usually she would stand and take her wedgie. But today there seemed to be a fire in her eyes. A resistance. So they chased her.

She ran as fast as she could down the halls, diving past people and pushing through crowds. She had never run before and was still surprised she did it this time. But she had heard whispers. Talk of people finally standing up to all the wedgies.Even if the talk wasn't real, just people talking, it still inspired her. She had had enough of wedgies. Day in and day out getting her underwear pulled just because some people thought she was nerdy. Even if no one else had any intention of stopping the wedgies, she intended to show everyone you didn't need to just stand there and take it. With every person she pushed by and ran past she liked to imagine that they were inspired by what she did. That they too would choose to run instead of wait. Fight the wedgies instead of submit.

She didn't mind wediges when they were fun, playful pulls on her underwear that her friends gave her. But the bullies in the school had gone too far. All this talk of the cheerleaders having wedgie slaves, and the wedgie legend Daniela being given a wedgie. At some point you had to draw the line, she thought as she tried to escape. Sometimes you had to run from the wedgies.
She didn't run far, but it was far enough. The girls grabbed her pushed her against the wall. She ended up near the gym and a large crowd of cheerleaders were all gathered by the doors. The bullies who chased the girls started whispering among themselves.

"Look, cheerleaders. If we give this girl a good wedgie, they'll probably let us join them. Let's really pull these panties."
The girl who ran took a deep breath, she thought she had been caught at the worst possible place. The cheerleaders would probably want to join them in the wedgie giving. She would be embarrassed by them as well. She looked at the cheerleaders and her legs started to shake. The cheerleaders stood like statues, all of them focusing on the girls. Waiting to see what they were going to do.

"Against the wall now nerd!" One of the bullies commanded.

"No please, not a wedgie," the girl who ran begged, her eyes flicked to the cheerleaders who tensed at the word 'wedgie'. A few of them started whispering, the rest looked like they were getting ready to pounce.

"Oh yeah, nerd. A wedgie. How about we see if we can make this one atomic?"

The bullies looked over to the cheerleaders to see what they thought of how they were doing so far. A few of them started moving toward them.

"Look, they're coming to get a good look at what we're doing. We're finally going to get in the big leagues," one of the bullies whispered to her friend.

"Alright nerd, it's wedgie time!"

"I don't think so," one of the cheerleaders said. She had a slight British accent.

"Umm...hi, I'm-"one of the bullies tried to mutter, unsure why they were interrupted
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"We don't care. What we care about is that you were about to give this girl a wedgie," Taylor said harshly.

"Uh, yes, we were just about to give her a really brutal wedgie. Try to make it atomic, you know how it is."

"Uh huh, and what if we told you that wedgies were now frowned upon in this school?" Taylor asked. "And that you, because you were about to give a wedgie, are now being frowned upon?"

The girl who ran gasped in surprise. The bully sneaked her hands into the girls pants and grabbed the waistband of her panties. But she didn't pull.

"What do you mean wedgies are now 'frowned upon?' " The bully with her hands on the underwear asked, ready to pull the underwear up at a moment's notice.