You manage to shimmy yourself through the small crevice, which at your size wasn't too hard. The wooden walls tremble as massive pairs of teenage feet pound into the parquet floor. Between the footsteps, the laughing and coach's yelling; the noise was like constant thunder from a chaotic storm. You are left trembling, wondering when this will end.
About an hour of the chaos between the giants ensue before Coach blows a whistle that nearly busts your eardrum.
"Alright, get your stuff from the bleachers and take a shower. Y'all got fifteen minutes until next class and I'm not writing tardee excuses",Coach yelled.
You stay in your safe spot when you spot a girl above grabbing her stuff. It was Kathy, a senior. The titanic brunette is drenched in beads of sweat as she reaches for her gym bag. You know she's really nice but a little shy and much more mature than most students you'll come across. Maybe you should leave your spot and get her help?
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