I rushed into the locker room to get there first because soon, the place would be storming with a whole bunch of males. Of course, no one liked gym class and supposely, we were going to play volley ball. Seriously? That's a feminine sport, or at least, it's more of a feminine sport. I opened the door to the locker room and closed it gently behind me. I skipped to my locker and opened it, pulling out the gym's outfit. Argh, this idea of changing into a completely different attire for one class is so stupid. And a lot of trouble too. I placed the gym's clothes on the bench and began to undress, starting with my outer jacket as I began to unbutton it. I was doing it quick so I could get to the gym class first without attracting a lot of hassle around me.
I took off my t-shirt and slipped in my ployester sport shirt and brushed my hair down. Next, I worked on my pants and unzipped it, pulling it down and slipped my feet out of the leggings and placed it on the bench. I grabbed my polyester sport shorts and pulled it up till he stopped below my waist. Therefore, it wouldn't look like I was exposing my thighs. At least I hope.
Soon, I heard stampede of footsteps making their ways into the locker room. Hurriedly, I scooped my outfit in my arms and rushed to my locker. Focusing my attention to shove the clothes there and getting out of here, the door opened. And then, a breeze of mumbles entered in afterwards.
"Hey look, it's the /princess!/'" I heard one of them say and I flinched at the word. Though it struck me like an arrow, I ignored it. Stupid idiots. "Oh look, the /princess/ is rushing as always. Watch out princess! You might actually trip and fall down and then who's gonna take care of ya now?" they teased and I gripped on my clothes tightly and narrowed my brows. A storm of laughter erupted in the silent air. "Ha!" they chuckled and all walked in to get changed for gym class. I opened my locker, pulling it harshly that it slapped against the metallic locker. "Princess caught an attitude." they noted and I threw my clothes in the box. "Heh." I heard the snickered near me.
Suddenly, I felt an uncomfortable grope on my butt. I flinched and turned around, flinging my back towards to the lockers. Few boys huddle around me, unable to let me escape from their group. My eyes continued to narrow but in reality, fear raced through my veins. The other boys ignored the situation that appeared before them.
". . . . . ." I didn't say anything yet and I stood up straight, scowling at them. The tallest one, also appeared to be the head of the group, leaned towards me and formed a smirk on his face as his eyes emitted nothing but devious looks. I narrowed my eyes at him and gave him a cold glare. Suddenly, he slammed his hand to the lockers, causing a loud bang that vibrated painfully in my ear. I flinched violently and then suddenly, laughter erupted through the air. I opened my eyes, my piercing glare didn't leave yet. This treatment...I don't understand what makes me a fairly good victim to be picked on.
"Little princess scared?" the head taunted. In reality, I shook a bit and I said nothing. The leader bust out laughing that only made my blood boil but I didn't have the guts to hit him back. Even if I did, my punishment would be suspension and I don't think what I did would worth that. The leader pulled away and turned back around.
"C'mon. Going to be late for gym class if we don't change." He said and his dogs followed him. I drew in a deep breath and felt relieved that they soon left me alone. "Dumb ass idiot. Actin' like I was going to attack him and all I've done to him was scare him. What a fuckin' retard." He muttered and clenched my fists tightly, ingesting those stinging words inside of me.
Why should I feel like this? I should be used to such treatment like this, whether it was physical, sexual, or verbal. But the thing is, it hurts if you don't have anyone helping you when you are in need of help. I'm pretty sure the rest of the boys knew what was going on just before. They all just refuse to take notice and it hurts because if you were in trouble, you would want someone to help right. Whatever. Like I was going to let that drag me down. Just two more years and I'm out of here in no time. I walked out of the locker room first.

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