A Short Story: Shelly Vs. Devasquez

She had the boys clasp the hand of the boy next to him on either side. This prevented any of them from covering themselves. She arranged the girls in a line and led the group, slowly walking down the row of naked boys. Each girl started looking first at a butt, then a penis, and then another butt. At each boy, she stopped for nearly ten full seconds. The bleachers, which the boys stood on, elevated them such that their specific areas of interest were positioned nearly at eye level for the girls. As the girls followed slowly behind, they kept pace with their coach, eagerly checking out the boy in front of them, and grinning widely at the girls beside them.

He rolled his eyes and keep eating his cereal. Demaris was wearing a pair of low sagging pants, a sweatshirt and a ball cap that day. If you didn’t know him he could have passed as a drug dealer. Even with his scary looks he took care of me, especially when I didn’t ask for it. As I opened the door Demaris yelled,

The coach of the team, a young, straight white man is ashamed to be the coach of a girl’s team. He had to stop playing football due to an injury, and he wanted to do something with football. He ended up

She said Camilla I am sorry, but you will not go to school today. Camilla was relieved that she could miss school because she didn't know what to wear, and how to impress other people. But Camilla was also frustrated of how did she get this weird, bizarre, funky, and outlandish

I'll be out shortly,” I said, although there was nothing to talk about. I needed to clean Brian off my skin and get dressed. Walking around in a towel was not a good idea. At quick glance, my cheeks had a rosy glow that hadn't been there before, and my blue eyes sparkled like a woman in love. Mirrors were deceiving. I hadn't seen that stupid doe-eyed look in a long time and it pissed me off to see it now. Damn Brian Rigshaw, and his irresistible magnetism. Brian had a commanding presence, and he captivated me from the moment I first laid eyes on him. He was attractive sure, but there was something about him that made you stop and take notice, something that made me love him. I didn't want to feel this way. I'd made a series of bad decisions tonight. There were no take backs, and I couldn't hide forever, I would have to deal with all of

Natalie Carter was the epitome of a perfect gymnast: she had strength, stamina, and was extremely supple. It had always been her dream to become a member of most challenging gymnastic team in the world comprised of only the best of the best athletes: The Olympic Gymnastic team. The nineteen-year-old was at the pinnacle of her career and had finally made her dream into a reality. But her life wasn’t always as glamourous as it was now, with her stately cars and luxurious houses. It was only last year that her career had almost ended. It was the finals of the winter qualifiers and Natalie was facing the ominous Sarah Green. Nerves and fear immediately began to creep into her mind. Sensing her uneasiness, her coaches, Natasha and Spencer, told

Miss Hartick had devised a special detention. She almost regretted the way she had supported Shelly since it turned out to be so difficult. That difficulty was why she had to do it though. She had to teach the boys that the girls were their equals. She had meant to keep it professional and somewhat private, but the boys couldn’t seem to cooperate. They all refused to act casual. They wanted to keep Shelly from doing her job. Miss Hartick had to force them past the sexist barriers that kept their clothes on. If that meant taking things farther than she planned, then so be it.

This story starts when Marina was driving down a snowbound Brooklyn street on the way to see a client. She had lost her husband years ago. Then, she could feel the scream rushing up from her stomach, choking her from the inside. Unfortunately, she had not forgotten her husband since she continues to feel a tingle when she heard Bobby Fischer’s name. Once she heard it on the radio, and Bobby Fischer had died in Reykjavik Iceland. It was the place where she and her family lived before. Marina turned onto a side street and started her crawl up the slippery slope that led to Elijah’s house. Elijah said “Bobby Fischer died today,” There was a close-up of Fischer in 1972 “Do you know who he was?” Elijah asked her “Oh, yes,” Marina

Arrived on site at approximately 6:40am. Skeele, Duck, Doyle, and Pirl were already on site upon my arrival. As I exited my vehicle, Maxwell, and Pruett arrived. I headed for the break room where I left a bottle of Pedialyte to drink before our morning PT. Today, we were going to do strength training indoors. Promptly at 7:15, Captain Fogarty entered the hallway and the class stood in attention. Frazier was absent. We began with jumping jacks, then went into pushups as per the usual. During our strength training, Captain Fogarty informed us that we would be running sprints outside. This made for a welcomed change to our usual workout. Captain Fogarty droves the course in his golf cart before having us run it. Everyone was paired up with people

Linda got up and walked to the break room and get a cup of coffee. In there, she saw Lame Linda, Vain Valery, and Cowardly Carlos. She didn’t smile or look at them and just grabbed a mug from the cabinet. “Oh, Linda… Hello.” Said a voice behind her, Vain Valery, of course. “That’s a real pretty skirt you got on today.” She commented. She could hear them exchanging whispers and hid her sad face, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. “Leave me alone, please.” She said. Linda got her coffee and left in a scurry lowering her

Referencing back to women's attire, There are so many things women have to take off all the time but lastly, we are faced with our underwear. While two females wore what many females wear when it comes to underwear the others wore gym clothes, a bathing suit, and even oversized regular clothing (no underwear). They discuss how their choice of undergarment is what makes them feel special and beautiful. It's what they're proud of.

Slowly opening the door, she stuck her head into the room, it was dim and dusty. Sitting on the bed Charles sat, staring at his feet, not recognizing his mother’s arrival. She sat next to him.

Hello, he said with a simple smile, and by the clothes he wore, she could tell that he was not a Yeller nor one of the adults that lived with her. She was confused by this as she did not know anyone other than the people who lived with her, but that didn’t stop her from being fascinated by what he was wearing and who he could be.

‘There she is,’ I thought to myself. Today I was going to do it, today I was going to talk to Mirabal. I am not the smartest nor the most eccentric person so I’ve always been hesitant to talk to the top of the class. However, today is the day I’m going to talk to some as dedicated as I am. As soon as I saw that she left the courtyard I approached the female.

A blaring whistle came from Coach Holstein, the only gym coach at Norbury high, signifying that class had started. No one ever took him seriously with his short shorts and sweatband that held back his long flow, but he sure was loud. “Listen up boys”, Coach shouted and it echoed throughout the gymnasium. “We are going to have a good ole match of dodgeball today”. This received groans from almost the entire class, except the three football players in the back. No wonder, they just use this as an excuse to pelt the scrawny kids like me. “Quit your whining and act like real men. Let’s go your wasting time.” Coach yelled.