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Drunk poet
Planetoid
- Joined
- Oct 5, 2018
Anya Winters awoke much like any day to the sound of loud guitars, a fierce drum beat and the unmistakable sound of Matthew Tuck of Bullet for my Valentine singing tears don't fall, a popular favourite of the young wolf anthro. Carefully she sat up, looked around, her acute sense of smell picking up the gentle scent of grilling bacon from downstairs and glanced over at her clock, groaning as she saw the abbreviation 'weds' on the display. 'C'mon' she exclaimed, "three more days of this crap, seriously".
Anya rose out of bed, heading into the en-suite bathroom and stopping momentarily to check her figure in the short, black lace camisole top before heading through to shower. School for Anya sucked, but it wasn't because of the lessons, which she found fascinating if a little easy at times or the extracurricular things she did including guitar lessons, art club and the occasional turn with the drama club in the school theatre. It was the constant teasing she was sick of, and she wanted it to stop.
Most usually the bullying came from the cheer squad, the popular, beautiful kids, who were beloved by half the school. Anya had never even done anything she was aware of to offend them. It was just that she was different. Her dark clothes, loud music and love of anime somehow offended them, and they went out of their way to make it known to her. Calling her names like freak and weirdo, pushing her in the halls or whispering behind her back. She had tried to rise above it for so long, but there was only so long she could keep a brave face on before it got to her.
Strangely it was not the jocks or male members of the school who picked on her, although Anya suspected as she looked at herself in the mirror that she knew why this was. Outside of school she often got compliments on her firm d cup breasts and tight ass that she liked to show off in a short plaid skirt whenever she went to concerts. Once or twice she had caught some of the jocks admiring her figure as she walked past, and she was happy to oblige them, swaying her hips and giving them a sly wink as she walked by. In truth though, Anya's real weakness was other girls and so it hurt all the more that her tormentors were so pretty and hot. What she wouldn't give for one of them, just one to notice her. She would do everything in her power if it meant she could spend just one night with a pretty girl from her school.
The rest of the morning passed by in a flash as she dreamed about what could be. A hot relaxing shower followed by breakfast and a quick kiss on the cheek for her mother and father before riding her jet black Dodge Dart to school. The car was so apt for a girl who liked emo music and was a far cry from the sports cars the popular kids drove, but she loved it. It had been her brother's and she had worked on it with him during long summers. That was before the accident though, and now he was no longer with them she was dedicated to keeping it running as long as possible.
Unfortunately she couldn't cruise forever though, and before long she was pushing open the doors of the school before joining the push of students, crowding in for lessons. A group of the cheerleaders were up ahead in the hallway, and although she knew she had to keep her head down, she couldn't resist looking at them long enough to make out Becka amongst them. Becka... her heart did a little back flip as she thought the name out loud. In a group of very pretty girls, Becca was, in Anya's mind at least, the prettiest by far. What had started as a bit of a crush on the cheerleader had kindled into a full spark deep within Anya, and she even occasionally made her way into Anya's innapropriate thoughts at night. But Becca had no idea that Anya existed. She would have no reason too, after all Anya was an emo kid, a nerd and famously unpopular. There was just no reason why she would show up on the popular girl's radar.
Sighing softly to herself, Anya slipped her airpods into her ears, the sounds of Gerrard Way and My Chemical Romance now replacing Bullet for my Valentine as she navigated the gauntlet of teens shouting "cheer up bitch, it may never happen" or trying to trip her over. She was so preoccupied that she had no idea that she was heading right towards the very same group of cheerleaders she least wanted to see. If she didn't watch out she would be bumping straight into them and into trouble she didn't need.
Anya rose out of bed, heading into the en-suite bathroom and stopping momentarily to check her figure in the short, black lace camisole top before heading through to shower. School for Anya sucked, but it wasn't because of the lessons, which she found fascinating if a little easy at times or the extracurricular things she did including guitar lessons, art club and the occasional turn with the drama club in the school theatre. It was the constant teasing she was sick of, and she wanted it to stop.
Most usually the bullying came from the cheer squad, the popular, beautiful kids, who were beloved by half the school. Anya had never even done anything she was aware of to offend them. It was just that she was different. Her dark clothes, loud music and love of anime somehow offended them, and they went out of their way to make it known to her. Calling her names like freak and weirdo, pushing her in the halls or whispering behind her back. She had tried to rise above it for so long, but there was only so long she could keep a brave face on before it got to her.
Strangely it was not the jocks or male members of the school who picked on her, although Anya suspected as she looked at herself in the mirror that she knew why this was. Outside of school she often got compliments on her firm d cup breasts and tight ass that she liked to show off in a short plaid skirt whenever she went to concerts. Once or twice she had caught some of the jocks admiring her figure as she walked past, and she was happy to oblige them, swaying her hips and giving them a sly wink as she walked by. In truth though, Anya's real weakness was other girls and so it hurt all the more that her tormentors were so pretty and hot. What she wouldn't give for one of them, just one to notice her. She would do everything in her power if it meant she could spend just one night with a pretty girl from her school.
The rest of the morning passed by in a flash as she dreamed about what could be. A hot relaxing shower followed by breakfast and a quick kiss on the cheek for her mother and father before riding her jet black Dodge Dart to school. The car was so apt for a girl who liked emo music and was a far cry from the sports cars the popular kids drove, but she loved it. It had been her brother's and she had worked on it with him during long summers. That was before the accident though, and now he was no longer with them she was dedicated to keeping it running as long as possible.
Unfortunately she couldn't cruise forever though, and before long she was pushing open the doors of the school before joining the push of students, crowding in for lessons. A group of the cheerleaders were up ahead in the hallway, and although she knew she had to keep her head down, she couldn't resist looking at them long enough to make out Becka amongst them. Becka... her heart did a little back flip as she thought the name out loud. In a group of very pretty girls, Becca was, in Anya's mind at least, the prettiest by far. What had started as a bit of a crush on the cheerleader had kindled into a full spark deep within Anya, and she even occasionally made her way into Anya's innapropriate thoughts at night. But Becca had no idea that Anya existed. She would have no reason too, after all Anya was an emo kid, a nerd and famously unpopular. There was just no reason why she would show up on the popular girl's radar.
Sighing softly to herself, Anya slipped her airpods into her ears, the sounds of Gerrard Way and My Chemical Romance now replacing Bullet for my Valentine as she navigated the gauntlet of teens shouting "cheer up bitch, it may never happen" or trying to trip her over. She was so preoccupied that she had no idea that she was heading right towards the very same group of cheerleaders she least wanted to see. If she didn't watch out she would be bumping straight into them and into trouble she didn't need.