The Piss Chronicles of Howe High
Copyright© 2025 by Knockonthedoor
Chapter 2
“Ricky! Get over here, you’ve been nursing that thing for an hour!”
“You’re not getting him to do anything boss, he’s union.”
“Oh, so he’s lazy and overpaid? I don’t care, get him on the line!”
The heat of the mid-morning sun beat down on the hot road. Despite the lack of humidity, the layers of uniform that were required of each worker and the bodily stress and exertion required to dig through pavement was enough to give each man a sweat. Despite the work only needing three or four hands, eight stood, watching two work.
“Like I was saying, I got a tat for every week we were on strike.”
“No you didn’t. Don’t bullshit me Tommy!”
“Swear I did! Right on my arm here. Can’t show you on the job.”
“Stop lying, there’s no way.”
“Not my first. Cuz Father Kelly promised me I could still get buried at church if I got one.”
“They’re gonna bury you under the church you degenerate fuck.”
Middle fingers were exchanged.
The two men then laughed looked back down at the hole that had been created in the road. Cars were being directed around them, traffic was moving at a slow, choppy pace. They decided to heckle their friend some more.
“Hey Ricky! Get a move on, I’m starving!”
“You could always get down here and help, you jerk.”
“Don’t you need the extra time? Heard the old ball and chain got you for child support.”
Ricky looked up from his work, still swinging his shovel
“All that money and I can’t even see my own daughter!” He looked up at the towering school, Howe High was just up the hill from the residential area they were in
“I still cant believe a guy who looks like you got laid!” The other two laughed
“Go jump in a lake! At least I got marri-”
Clunk! The jokes and banter stopped as the workers realized what had just happened. They stood in silence. Waiting.
“Don’t tell me you hit that pipe...”
An eerie pause. They all stared at the exposed lead.
“Its fine, I don’t thi-”
A rumble, then an explosion. A spray of dirt and raw sewage erupted into the air. With no time to comment, the workmen scattered. A disaster had struck.
The sound of the bell is always a welcome one. Even for smart students with good grades, classes can get a little dry. Makenzie knew this well enough, whether she liked the class or not. Standing from her desk, she maneuvered through her classmates to reach her friend Reagan’s locker. Her friend would look like any other non-descript senior, were it not for her streak of dyed blue hair. Makenzie couldn’t help stare at it, instead of Reagan’s brown eyes. The longtime friends greeted each other with a smile.
“Hey. Excited?”
Reagan tossed her books into her locker. Her grey skirt kept some modesty, while keeping her cool in the late-spring heat.
“Excited for what?”
“I don’t know. I think the cafeteria is serving pizza?”
Regan laughed, Makenzie’s upbeat personality never failed to brighten her day.
“Is that worth getting excited for? I thought you brought your lunch?”
“Got to be excited for something. Even chemistry was boring today.”
Regan was surprised by the comment, she gave her friend an inquisitive look as she stood from her locker and shut the small door. Makenzie explained
“Ms. Kelly was out and she must have had the worst substitute teacher. He was like super old and you could hardly hear him ... I don’t even know how I’m going to do the homework!”
Makenzie worried as she and her friend made their way into the bathroom. Reagan checked her makeup and hair while she continued the conversation.
“She gave you homework while she was out?”
“No, I’m talking about next week’s work. I really want to start on chapter 9:”
“Kenzie, this is why people think you’re weird.” Reagan cut her off. “You know you’re my best friend, but you have to care about more stuff than just school.”
“I do!”
“Ok fine, school, and trying to get Devin to notice you. But-”
“Eeee!” Makenzie squealed and playfully smacked Reagan’s arm “Don’t talk about that!”
“What? That you like Devin Wilson?” Reagan turned to her friend, a wide smile on her face as she teased
“Reagan! Stooop!”
Reagan kept the smile on her face as she turned to leave the restroom.
“C’mon, we’re gonna miss lunch.”
“Um ... you go ahead. I’ll catch up.”
Reagan gave her friend a look as her smile started to fade. Makenzie explained herself
“I can’t pee with people around.” Makenzie made a shooing motion with her hand
“I’ll catch up.”
Reagan rolled her eyes at her friends shyness. “Hey, did Ms. Kelly being out have anything to do with the assembly today?”
“I think. Something to do with the softball team, I don’t know.” Makenzie bounced up and down in exaggerated desperation. “Now get out of here so I can pee before the smokers get in here!”
As Reagan left, Makenzie calmly opened one of the two stall doors. With a squeak and a creak, the poorly maintained metal door opened. Sighing, Makenzie checked herself out. Despite her protests against Reagan pointing it out, Makenzie had spent her class time watching her crush. It was as if he didn’t even know she existed. Maybe she was too thin. Maybe her hair was too wiry. Sighing, she preened her black hair, her curled hair was an effort for attention which she had not received. No way he likes you, boys don’t like girls with good grades and glasses. She pulled down her panties from under her longer pleated skirt. Or girls with strawberries on their underwear. The sudden sound from the toilet was enough to snap her out of her melancholy.
With a rumble and an odd, high-pitched whine, the toilet water in the bowl suddenly dropped. Frowning, Makenzie was confused for a moment. Quickly her mind went back to relief, she didn’t have much time before the group of girls who used the bathroom to smoke arrived. Rather than stand in front of the toilet with her panties down to her sneakers, attempting to figure out what was wrong; Makenzie decided to take action.
She fluffed her skirt to avoid it sliding under her bottom as she sat on the toilet. The darker, pleated pattern obeying her as it fell to her sides of the bowl. Makenzie looked down, her mind returning to her failed attempt to get Devin’s attention. Maybe my boobs are too small. Over her nearly flat chest, she observed a weak yellow stream that begin to exit her womanhood. Contracting her bladder muscles, the stream hastened, splashing against the side of the toilet.
As Makenzie bean to relax into her trickling pee stream, she suddenly felt an unusual wetness on her bare butt. Looking down, she was shocked to see the toilet water had risen, nearly touching her peeing snatch. Gasping, Makenzie shot up from the toilet seat. In the heat of the moment, she was able to stop peeing as she stood.
The toilet water continued to rise, the water a disgusting color as it did. Makenzie put her hands over her mouth, shocked at the scene. Before she could figure out what to do, a sharp pain stabbed her abdomen. Tremendous pressure was exerted on her tight genitals as her pee demanded she let the rest out. Reacting, Makenzie grabbed ahold of her exposed crotch, cupping her hand hard around her opening. The sudden pressure was too much, and Makenzie could feel her bare hand warming. She shrieked and covered her mouth with her free hand as she began to pee into her other.
Before she could grasp what she was doing, she heard voices enter the bathroom. Other girls were arriving. Instinctively, her shy bladder shut off, saving her from herself. Removing her wet hand from her now pee-coated crotch, Makenzie ripped a square of toilet paper off of the roll, wiped her hand and herself, pulled up her panties, and darted out of the malfunctioning bathroom.
The other girls quickly hid their cigarettes as Makenzie dashed though their group, barely uttering a “sorry” as she made it out into the hall. Stopping, she looked left and crossed her legs. Her good nature and studious mind began to gain ground on her desperate thoughts. She needed to tell someone about the issue, as she heard the group of girls exclaim their disgust from the restroom. Seeing no one down the hall, she turned back to her right, and nearly knocked Ms. Oliver over as she did.
“Woah! Makenzie! Hi.”
“Ms. Oliver!”
Despite her reputation as a strict teacher, one which was well earned, Ms. Oliver was one of Makenzie’s favorite teachers. She was thorough in her instruction, and even looked a little like an older version of Makenzie. Both wore thin framed, small-squared glasses. Both had black hair, though Ms. Oliver’s was significantly straighter. As Makenzie spoke, she hoped she’d look like Ms. Oliver someday, as her English teacher took a large gulp from her thermos.
“I was just going pe ... uh...” Makenzie cut herself off, her face turning red as the embarrassment of admitting her deed took hold.
She felt her desperation begin to return, and crossed her legs as she explained the rest of her story
“Um ... I mean ... I was just in the bathroom, and I think the toilet broke!”
She saw Ms. Oliver’s eyes widen for a moment at her last statement. The teacher looked at the massive thermos in her hand, then back to Makenzie. As she spoke, she pressed her thighs together, though the action went unnoticed by Makenzie, who was tugging at her skirt as her desperation returned tenfold.
“The toilet’s broken?” Her voice broke into a higher pitch, as if she hoped Makenzie was lying
“Uh-huh.” Makenzie held herself from the bottom, her hands reached around the back of her skirt as she fought her angry bladder. “Do you think the janitor can fix it?”
“I really hope so. Maybe it’s just this bathroom.”
Makenzie felt her desperation decrease ever so slightly as she was filled with optimism at Ms. Oliver’s words. She followed her teacher down the hallway towards the front office, before turning towards the cafeteria. Much to her chagrin, and many other women who were unwittingly filling their bladders, the problem was schoolwide. The burst pipe had created a problem that was not fixed so easily, and certainly not by anyone inside Howe High.
Intermezzo wasn’t the best restaurant. But it was cheap, and the owner supported the school. Which is precisely why Ms. Kelly and much of the softball team found themselves tucked into different booths in the dusty restaurant. With her sat assistant coach Harper, and pitcher Blakelyn. The early afternoon sun created a glare on the laminated menus that still sat on the table. Ms. Kelly squinted as she asked
“Have you decided what to do with yourself yet Harper?”
“I think. Been looking at applying for a stewardess job.”
“Like a flight attendant?” Blakelyn asked
“Yeah. It seems fun, I dunno.”
“Well, we certainly appreciate you coming back for the season.” Ms. Kelly expressed her genuine appreciation “Sorry you weren’t in the budget.”
“No, it’s ok, it gave me some time to figure out what I wanted to do, and I’m sure it’ll look great on my resume.”
Harper had graduated last year, but had hung around town instead of going to college. Her knowledge and experience from participating in the softball team throughout high school had made her an easy candidate for Ms. Kelly to sign on as an assistant coach. She continued to get to know her assistant coach
“Do you have any other hobbies, or are you really going to go after this flight attendant thing?”
“I like photography. But that’s not really a job ... So I guess ... yeah, I’m really going to enjoy being a stewardess I think. Plus those silver haired pilots...” Harper waived her hand in front of her face pretending to be hot at just the thought of an older man taking interest in her.
As Blakelyn laughed, Ms. Kelly rolled her eyes. She shook her head as her natural bright red hair got in her face. As the trio calmed down from Harper’s admission, Blakelyn asked the important question
“But what about Ian? Won’t he have to fly everywhere with you?”
“Why couldn’t he?”
Before Blakelyn could respond, Ms. Kelly chimed in. Despite her status a coach and a teacher, she was always up for gossip.
“Ian? You mean Maci’s older brother?” Ms. Kelly pointed to the adjacent booth, the average height brunette taking her attention
“Yeah, we’ve been going out for like a year now.”
“Isn’t that awkward, with Maci around?”
“No, she’s cool.”
“Except when she spilled her drink on you last night!” Blakelyn blurted out
Ms. Kelly’s eyes widened, then narrowed. She stared daggers through both of them. Both were old enough to vote, neither old enough to drink. Blakelyn thought of a line quick
“It was soda! Don’t worry Ms. Kelly.”
The pale skinned firebrand narrowed her eyes in disappointment. She didn’t believe her pitcher for a second. She sighed.
“Speaking of soda, excuse me Blakelyn, I need to use the restroom.”
In the other booth sat Madison, the only junior of the group. Having repeated the second grade as a child though had made her the oldest underclassmen. By chance, she was also the tallest, standing nearly six feet tall. Though she was quiet now, silently playing with her ash blonde hair.
“Did anyone else figure out why Maddie didn’t have to wear her uniform?”
Grace, the catcher spoke up. She was right. All of the other women, including Ms. Kelly, were in the same white, pinstripe uniform, with a stylized Howe across their chest. But Madison wore high waisted, light blue denim and a white button-down shirt. It accented her rather large boobs perfectly.
“Yeah, she left it on Caleb’s bedroom floor.” Gianna spoke up, pure venom in her voice
“You’re just mad that I actually got him in bed.” Madison shot back
“oooo!” Grace chimed in. Her stocky figure and aggressive nature always looking to start or watch a fight break out
“Shut up Grace.” Gianna said coldly “I’m surprised he could even reach your tall ass.” She snapped at Maddie.
“Guys! Stop! I thought you were friends?” Maci spoke up, her short figure was rare for a left-fielder, but she had an incredible arm
“Were.” Gianna said emphatically “Boyfriend fucker.” She heaved another insult at Madison
“I told you right after it happened! I’m sorry!”
“Oh, so ‘I’m sorry’ covers everything? You knew I was seeing him!”
“And it was a one-time thing! Honest!”
“Is that why you were sending him nudes too?” Gianna narrowed her brown eyes, piercing Madison’s green
“Fight, fight!” Grace chanted
“Grace, shut up, I’m going to punch you if you do that again, I’m not kidding.”
Grace laughed “Do it and I’ll piss all over your face!” She laughed again, loud enough for the other restaurant patrons to hear her.
The group received stares from the other booths. Maci’s face turned red, and she put her head down. Her long, wavy brown hair covering her embarrassed face. Just then, Ms. Kelly stood, her pale skin and small frame still drawing authority over the girls.
“Hey, we’re going to be getting back on the bus in a second.” She pointed her finger at the girls in the booth. “If any of you have to use the restroom, now’s the time.”
“Yeah, I gotta piss for real.” Grace scooted out of the booth and stood, her ponytail nearly smacking Gianna in the face
Surprisingly to the group, Maci also stood, though without saying a word. She followed behind Ms. Kelly and Grace, leaving Gianna and Madison awkwardly in the booth together. They sat in silence, and Gianna grabbed her phone from her pants pocket, a benefit of wearing her uniform. Madison watched as she unlocked the screen, the background now the picture of a flag from an African state. Madison wasn’t sure which one, but being one of the only women of color on the team had given Gianna a sense of pride. What pained Madison is that it used to be a picture of the two of them.
As Ms. Kelly led her two athletes towards the single bathroom in the back of the restaurant, she stopped to let a group of older people pass. A common courtesy, but as a line formed, she began to regret her decision. She had held up the other two behind her, and they all filed in against the wall. Ms. Kelly gave no indication of her predicament, but she had lost track of all that she was drinking as they ate. The food was subpar, but salty to make up for it. She had treated herself to a soda, but had also downed water with it, the contents of which were now splashing into her swelling bladder. Still, as they stood in a non-moving line, she used her Kegel practice to keep a tight grip on her bladder. Looking to the other girls, she noticed Maci’s legs were clamped tightly together, and her body hinged at the hips. Ms. Kelly knew what was wrong instantly.
“Grace, why don’t you let Maci go before you?”
As Maci heard these words, she wanted to shrink. It was embarrassing, to have her teacher call her out like that. But it was true. She needed to pee. She had needed to go before they got inside the restaurant, but she was shy about being the only one to stand. Now she was paying the price. Her bladder sat at its fully weight, right on top of her snatch. Clenching and bending her body was the best she could do, she didn’t want to hold herself yet. If they waited any longer, she may have to.
Grace replied
“Coach, I’ve got to pee too.” Grace looked at Maci “Kind of that badly too.”
Ms. Kelly nodded. Maybe Grace was better at hiding it.
Grace leaned over to Maci, whispering
“I’m sorry Maci, you know I’m not doing this on purpose. I’ve really got to go to the bathroom.”
Though Grace wasn’t bent forward, nor tightly clenching her legs as Maci was, she had her hands in her pockets, using her fingers to hold herself. In an attempt to lose weight while keeping her muscle mass, the smaller, but wide-framed catcher had downed a green drink along with her usual intake of water, and it was now catching up with her. She wasn’t trying to be rude to Maci in keeping her 3rd in line, she was simply full as well.
As Madison and Gianna sat quietly in their booth, Blakelyn and Harper made their way over and took Grace and Maci’s spots.
“Hey.” Blakelyn started the conversation
Gianna looked up from her phone
“Hi.”
Madison smiled at the pitcher. Blakelyn asked the same question Grace did
“Where’s your uniform?”
Madison looked at Gianna, expecting the same shot again. Instead Harper took over
“She’s not in the group picture, so she doesn’t have to wear it.”
“Ah ... wait ... so why are you at the senior brunch then?” Blakelyn was confused
“Cuz she was voted the MVP! Wait-” Harper covered her mouth with her hands. The others weren’t supposed to know that yet
“Oh. Good job.” Blakelyn smiled, pushing her black hair out of the way
She was nearly as tall as Madison, but her skin was far less tanned. She began to braid it as the waitress came by to drop off the check.
“We didn’t have to pay for this, did we?” She asked
“Uh yeah ... didn’t you read the handout coach and I gave out?” Harper responded
The girls shook their heads.
“You were supposed to pay your own way.”
“I don’t have anything on me!”
“You could always do that challenge they advertise” Gianna offered
Blakelyn looked up and read the sign on the wall
Green Tea Challenge: Meal is free if patron drinks the entire mug in one go
“I don’t like tea.”
Gianna shrugged and went back to her phone. Blakelyn looked at the bill. She couldn’t ask someone for that kind of money. She looked back up at the sign as the waitress returned and collected the others payment.
“Um ... I’d like to do the challenge.” Blakelyn pointed to the sign
“Gotcha. Four super green tea’s coming up.”
“Oh no. Just me.”
“Sorry. Rules are everyone at the table.”
Blakelyn looked to her teammates. They looked back at her.
“I-I’ll do the challenge.” Madison spoke up
“I’ll do it too.” Gianna volunteered, if only to show up Madison
The three looked at Harper
“I guess I don’t really have an option.” She smiled. Despite being 20, she still wore braces
“Alright. I’ll be back with your tea.” With that, the waitress left.
Harper had her own motivation for coming over to the booth. She looked across the table to Madison.
“Hey Madi, you’re pretty good friends with Maci, right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Well ... um ... we kind of went out drinking last night...” Harper pointed to Blakelyn as well “You know, with her brother ... and she tagged along. I’m worried she had too much. She didn’t get in trouble with her father, did she?”
Madison shook her head. “Not that I’m aware of. No.”
Harper nodded “Good. I guess. I really should have watched her better. Kid’s like a little sister to me.”
Madison furrowed her brow “Really?”
Harper nodded “Yeah. I started dating her brother when I was a freshman here. He was a sophomore. She would always tag along when I went over to his place ... I don’t know...” Harper smiled “Kind of annoying, but she’s cool now, and I want her to know that she’s welcome. Could you tell her that?”
“Why can’t you tell her that yourself?”
“Could I? Seems kind of strange to just come out and say it.”
“I know she’d love to hear that. She looks up to you.”
“Aw...” Harper smiled “Thanks Maddie.”
The exchange had lifted Madison’s spirts as the waitress came back with the green tea. Madison was ready to win.
The line had hardly moved. Ms. Kelly looked down at her watch. The bus would be arriving soon and they were still stuck. She gulped. Feeling the first wave of desperate pressure push against the walls of her hairless pussy worried her. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to cross her legs and tap her foot, an attempt to distract her mind from the unfortunate declaration she’d have to make in a moment. She looked to Grace, who was bobbing in place and pacing back and forth between the wall and the isle. Maci was just as expressive, if not less elaborate. She was still bent forward, though now her hand was cupped against her crotch, and her legs would press against her arm, then contract in a rhythmic motion. Ms. Kelly hated the news she was about to break
“Girls, we have to be on the bus in five.”
“So?” Grace asked
“So we should get out of this line.”
Grace’s pupils dilated, she stopped pacing and looked at her coach
“Uh, no can do coach. I have really got to go to the bathroom.”
“I know. I know.” Ms. Kelly put her hand just above her taught muscles. She could feel her swollen bladder under her jersey “And you probably don’t want to hear me say this, I know it might be a little much, but I’ve got to pee too.”
She felt a vibration in her back pocket and took out her phone.
“But the bus is here. Girls.” She looked at them “We’re just going to have to hold it.”
Grace groaned.
“It’s not more than fifteen minutes. We’ll be ok.” With that, Ms. Kelly led them away from the impossibly slow line
Grace waited for Maci to move, and as she did, she could no longer keep her hand off of her crotch. Whispering to her teammate, Grace tried to sympathize.
“I’ve got to pee so bad. Why couldn’t she get us a water bottle or something?”
Maci gave a concerned look. Grace shrugged and walked ahead, her attempt to sympathize with her teammate failing.
As Ms. Kelly rounded the corner, she was surprised to see a small crowd around her booth. Assuming the worst, she pushed through the small collection of patrons.
What she saw wasn’t bad, but rather surprising. Madison just putting down an enormous mug and Gianna was smiling with one in front of her. Harper and Blakelyn were both just gulping down the rest as the crowd cheered.
“What’s going on?” Ms. Kelly broke into her teacher voice
“A free meal for Madison, Gianna, Harper, and Blakelyn!” The waitress announced
Despite the four smiling faces, the group would soon come to regret it as their teammates paid their own way and the team got back on the bus. The stage was set for Howe High to become a bubbling cauldron of desperation.
Makenzie wished that she could pee. She tried everything to distract herself. She tapped her foot until the guy next to her got annoyed, she tapped the desk, and even tried to count backwards from one hundred. None of these things worked. Here she sat in Ms. Oliver’s English class, and she had to pee.
She knew that Ms. Oliver probably knew her situation, but there was nothing she could do about it. Makenzie knew that, she’d have to suffer. But the pain was rising, and there was no end in sight. That is, until Ms. Oliver instructed the class to group together. Despite supposedly being randomly assigned, she was put in a group with Reagan, most likely an unspoken favor from Ms. Oliver. Welcoming the distraction from her distending bladder, Makenzie found her way next to Reagans desk, while the two other students assigned to their group turned their desks around to form a makeshift table.
Each holding their assignments out in front of them, Reagan took the lead.
“Alright. So we have to analyze act 4 scene 6. So we have the pirates and Hamlet. Sofia, you want to read first?”
“No.”
The girl was one of the most popular seniors at Howe High, but this was based purely on looks.
“Um. Ok ... uh...”
“I ... I can do it.” Jamie, the other popular girl spoke up
Reagan smiled “Thanks”
“H-h-o-oratio” Jamie exhaled
“Ow!” She accidentally kicked Makenzie’s shin
“S-sorry.” Jamie continued the scene “What are ... they that-that ... w-would speak with me? S-ser ... v-” Another exhale. Suddenly, the blonde exclaimed to the group
“I’m sorry, but do any of you also have to go pee like really, really bad?”
Makenzie looked at Jamie, but didn’t say a word. Her hands were stealthily held against her crotch under the desk. She was unaware that Jamie was doing the same. Neither Makenzie nor Reagan noticed that Sofia had also looked at Jamie, a subtle clue that she was also in the same predicament. Reagan finally responded to the question
“Not really, but I can’t believe they’re even allowed to keep us here without a bathroom.”
“I know right!” Jamie was happy to have someone sympathize with her, and her green eyes lit up “I mean, like, I peed this morning and everything, but then I snuck a coffee for first class...” Jamie began to bounce in her seat as her conversation continued “ ... and I’ve been trying to be good about water and then I had a test in math, and I couldn’t go pee during that...”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Regan offered her condolences.
She didn’t usually get to talk to the popular girls, but Jamie seemed nice. Reagan couldn’t help but admire her large breasts, an asset that her short-sleeve shirt displayed nicely.
“I have to pee too.” Makenzie blurted out
Reagan could feel the secondhand embarrassment for her friend. Play it cool Kenz! Stop talking Reagan had to think of something fast, in order to cut through the awkwardness.
“I um ... I like your top though Jamie.”
“Thanks!” The blonde smiled
“Where’d you get it?”
“Nichole Vice’s. It’s up on the ... hill ... I think.”
“Wait, seriously? I work there! How often do you shop there?”
“Once a month. Ah!” Jamie bent forward and exhaled, Reagan looked down Jamie’s shirt
“I. I’m sorry. I have. I have to pee.”
Reagan was quiet, too enamored with Jamie’s boobs to respond. Not noticing, and instead focused on her intense desperation, Jamie asked Sofia
“Do you have any gum?”
“Yes.”
“Can I borrow some?”
“Why do you always take? You can’t ‘borrow’ gum!”
Both Reagan and Makenzie were shocked at the aggressive tone in Sofia’s voice. Her looks, with breasts as large as Jamie’s, but an ass that was quite well-toned, were as enticing as her personality was as off putting.
“Can I please have some?” Jamie asked, just needing something to distract her from her desperation
Sofia reached into her expensive purse and handed a stick of gum to the desperate Jamie. The popular girl began to chew, her perfect and clean teeth gnashing the gum as an outlet for the pain Jamie felt in her bladder.
“Ahem.” The girls looked up to see Ms. Oliver standing above their desks
Makenzie still admired Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was in a bright red blouse and a black pencil skirt. A look that gave off a professional, serious tone. Boys would look at me if I had her legs Makenzie thought, her eyes monitoring Ms. Oliver’s toned thighs. Curiously, Makenzie noticed that her legs were not only crossed, but they were tightly and subtlety bouncing as she admonished the group.
“You girls need to ... stay focused. How far are you?”
“Um ... Heratio’s line.”
“The first sentence?”
“Uh ... um...”
“C’mon. Work.”