The shadow appears overhead, much too quickly for you to do anything about it. You scream and throw your arms up as the mammoth form of a short, skinny eighth-grader descends upon you.
Luck is on your side, at least. She lands with the junction of her legs just a few millimeters from you, so that you're literally under the fabric of her crotch. You're not dead yet, but if you don't think fast, you will be.
Quickly, you grab the fabric of the crotch and pull yourself out, clinging as best you can to her red nylon running shorts. Just a few seconds after you begin, she scoots forward; you're lucky, had you not reached this point, you'd be dead.
Still, you're not out of the woods yet. The girl finishes tying her shoes and gets up, heading off for gym. You're hanging from the crotch of her gym shorts. This can't be good. You wonder what she's doing in gym today.
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