You run over to the dark blue gym bag and stare at the small, unzipped, opening and grunt as you try to pull yourself up to it. The sound of footsteps gets louder as you struggle to climb into the bag.
"Come on..." you say to yourself as you give one final push and tumble into the bag just in time.
You breathe a sigh of relief and gag, "Oh god! What is that stench?"
You look around for the source of the cheesy odor and see three pairs of thick gym socks, probably lazily reused by Raquelle, that are practically dripping with sweat. The sight alone of the putrid mountain of socks is enough to make you gag, but the cheesy odor is enough to nearly make you vomit. You stare at a pair of white (well, once white) socks with a faded Nike logo on them. One of them is turned inside out and you can make out thick nasty globs of sticky toe jam. The bottoms of the socks are stained black from her disgusting feet. The next pair is a black pair of sports socks with a cheesy stink so thick that you can almost see it. You cringe at the nasty odor. Then you observe the final pair, a nasty pair of green socks, with the school logo, albeit faded. They also smelled pretty rank but what was most notary about them was the amount of sweat dripping from them. There must be so must be so much nastiness built up in all of those socks...but there was something else...another ungodly stench, one smelling even stronger of cheese. You look around and can't seem to locate it, but it was making you nauseous. You look further for the source of the stench and finally find it under a mound of sweaty gym clothes...her rancid, reeking sandals. The insoles are black from her grimy, nasty feet and you gag at the sight of her filthy toe jam. While you are staring, Raquelle come over to the her locker and peel off her nasty basketball shoes. She sets them down on top of the bag, and everyone groans as they stare at her large, stinky bare feet.
"Girllll, why don't you wear socks? Yo feet smell nasty!", someone exclaims.
"My socks are disgusting after wearing them all day. Gotta take em off for practice, they're too uncomfortable!", she says.
Her putrid foot stench fills the locker room and everybody groans. Even you, inside the gym bag notice the air getting cheesier and try to take smaller breaths as the stink begins to overpower you. Then you notice the zipper starting to move and realize you have to hide again. You look around and decide to...
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