High School Victory

Ally Gradenko made her way through the corridors of the school, from her changing room to the gymnastics hall. She shivered. The time being 9.00 PM, the heating had been turned off in most parts of the building and all though it was summer, the sun's warmth hadn't lingered this deep in the passage ways. Of course, the fact that she was in her two piece athletic costume didn't help, either. But it had been part of the deal. The deal. Why in heavens name had she ever agreed to it?! Well... she knew why.

"I am telling you now: if you win these games, then..." "Then we can tie you up!" That had been Tyler, one of the sweetest, most innocent boys of the entire class, and the rest of the boys had immediately turned on him, calling him a pervert, an idiot and worse. She knew, of course, that all of them ninth graders were to some extend in love with her, if that's what you would like to call it, but their objections brought to mind that famous line: 'I think, thou protests too much!' She had felt it her duty to come to Tyler's rescue, and what the *: they weren't going to win anyway! "OK Tyler, you have yourself a deal!" There had been a short, electrified silence. And then, all the leopards started showing their spots. "In straight jacket and...", "At brought day light!", "Crawling to...". But it had been Tyler's voice again who said: "OK, and you have to wear your sprint outfit!"

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