Thread: Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

Xianna Fox ran through the alleyway that led from the main road to the street in which her house was situated. There were shorter ways home from Clarendon Road School, but she rarely risked it. It was through the back streets where, more often than not, they'd be tough girls from the housing estate, who would waylay her and bully her. And, to be frank, she'd had enough bullying for one day. It just wasn't fair, she reflected, how other kids picked on her. Hardly a week went by when they didn't steal her schoolbag and tip out the contents, or force her to play piggy in the middle tossing it to each other just out of her despairing reach. Or flip her skirt up, just as a group of boys were passing. Or grab the waist of her panties for Xianna was one of those control-loving breed who tucked her blouse into her underwear to keep it in place and pull it upwards, so that inches of the material was showing above the waist of her skirt. And it wasn't just the kids of her own age that did it. Word had even got around among the lower forms that she was too shy and frail to defend herself, and if being picked on by kids one's own age wasn't bad enough, she had to suffer the additional humiliation of being bullied even by kids younger than herself. No, she concluded, it wasn't fair. Just because she tried to speak with some refinement, instead of the street-argot and foul-mouthed profanity the other students used. Just because she did her best in class, and passed all her exams, and did her homework. In fact, homework was the cause of her present predicament. She had an arrangement a strictly one-sided one in terms of benefit with Snowflaik Leary honestly, these chavs did give their offspring such ridiculous names! to do her homework. It was either do the homework or suffer some other punishment... and, of course, to stop the teachers getting suspicious, she had to be sure to get a few things wrong. This last time, however, her attempts at camouflaging the cheat had been too enthusiastic on Xianna's part. Instead of the usual 70 or 80 , Snowflaik had scored less than 50, and thus incurred a detention. All Xianna's pleading, apology and begging had gone for naught. After school, Snowflaik had cornered her, and after a brief, one-sided wrestling match had ripped off Xianna's skirt, leaving her crouching in humiliation in her blouse, still tucked into her high-waisted cotton panties, particularly embarrassing pink ones with a small forget-me-not pattern. Snowflaik had thrown the skirt up onto the roof of the Science building, out of reach, forcing Xianna, now sobbing in mortification to have to ask one student after another for she was far to nonathletic to attempt the climb herself to recover her skirt. Finally, a boy called Johnny Tannahill had agreed to make the climb in exchange for all the money she had on her. Since this money had been given to her by her mother to buy various articles of shopping on the way home, it meant that she would now get home late, with a crumpled and stained school skirt, and with neither money nor the articles she had been charged to buy with it. No, it certainly wasn't fair, she concluded, fighting back tears as she let herself into the family home, still desperately trying to shake the creases from her skirt. Them bleedin' long-snouts from socials had sent her anovva fuckin' letter. Sayin' she weren't bringin' Snowflaik up proper. It weren't fair. She did her best. OK, she couldn't afford that stupid uniform, but that weren't her fault. Let them try to cloave a growin' gel wiv nuffink but the money from a GYRO. She lit anovva ciggie, from the stub of the one she'd almost finished smokin', crumpled the stupid letter and frew it in the bin. Fuck 'em. Sianelle Leary poured anovva glass of tequila and knocked it back. Snowflaik would be 'ome soon, wiv anovva bottle.