Chapter 3

The week passed as plans continued to be made, definitely on the part of my army and probably on the school’s part too. School officials had lots of things to organize, amongst them how they could adapt the general Program rules to an Alaskan environment. On Friday during home room, they played a really horrid video over the classroom monitors which, during the first boring five minutes, showed talking heads extolling the psychological and social benefits of the Program. After that rot, there were clips of news programs where the TV commentators discussed the changing mores of society; that public nudity was becoming more socially acceptable. They showed clips of naked bike rides, naked beaches, bodypainting festivals, and naked attendees at rock concerts.

Then some more talking heads came on, discussing how nudity was becoming commonplace in colleges and universities and illustrated this trend with examples of naked events at various colleges. Clips were shown of students at one uni holding a naked run; at this school they do this on the 13th of every month (and for special occasions, also on the 31st or 26th). Another clip was of a festival at a different college which featured, among its events, naked attendees engaging in body painting and performing symbolic “deflowering ceremonies” where naked participants frolicked and danced around naked girls, who supposedly were the virgins. Also clips were included from yet another uni which holds an official “naked week” as a celebration of body positivity; various events were shown, including a naked Ultimate Frisbee game.

There was a bit more discussion about the importance of body positivity and then the narrator began discussing what she called “sexual positivity,” trying to justify how it was important for teens to become sexually experienced as part of becoming emotionally mature, and while she droned on, the screen showed disturbing pornographic video clips of kids doing all kinds of gross things with each other in school hallway and classroom settings. From the squirming of the others in the classroom, the video was making everyone uncomfortable and it freaked out not a few girls, a couple who began to cry. Me? I was frikkin’ disgusted. And who would model for that kind of video? Wait ... were those kids actors or was this the real thing actually going on in a school? Ugh, that’s really horrid. I don’t want to even think about it. Seeing that video really freaked me out.

Then the weekend came and went, and Monday arrived. That was the only thing I had expected to happen which actually did happen. Monday arrived. The Program assembly didn’t, and absolutely everything else that happened was unexpected. Well, not in the form that anyone, including me, expected. Let me clarify.

The school halls were bloody cold when we arrived on Monday morning—wow, how did that happen, anyway? That’s just perfect—exactly what we needed. It was snowing outside too. I went into my classroom and it was even colder than the halls. Could that be because there were open windows in the room, snow was blowing in, and the air coming in the vents wasn’t very warm? We got the windows shut but kept our coats on. We had expected to report to the gym after home room but then the PA announcement came:

“There will be no meeting in the gym today. Please stand by for more instructions.”

There was a buzz of conversation over this when a latecomer arrived in the class.

“My bus was late,” she reported to the teacher, handing a note over. Then she turned to the class. “We got delayed by a crash ahead of us on the way here. Slippery roads. Anyway, do you know that the whole window wall of the gym is gone? The gym is open to the outside and the snow is blowing into it.”

The whole class erupted with a cheer. Things were off to a roaring start. Freezing start? Whatever. A few minutes later, a girl brought a message into the room and gave it to the teacher. She read it and looked up.

“Adam Rich and Emma Clarke. You’re supposed to go to Room A103A now. That’s the little conference room next to the school office. Take your stuff with you, too.”

Now what? I wondered. Adam was a junior like me. He was smart, very shy, and, well, somewhat overweight. And tall. Two meters? Six feet four or five, anyway, to my four-ten and a bit. A gentle giant. So we trundled off to Room A103A.

As we arrived, there were others coming to the room too. It looked like there were perhaps a dozen kids, maybe a few more, plus a few teachers, arriving. And one very obese man was stood inside. This must be the infamous Mr Hayword. I had to give my name to a woman with a clipboard as I entered the room where I got pushed against people who all towered over me. Oh, that room was cold too. Everyone was wearing heavy coats or parkas. Me too. Goose down parka for me. Soon the clipboard woman nodded to Hayword; she left and shut the door and Hayward began speaking.

“Welcome everyone,” he said. “Sorry for the tight accommodations here. There’s been some damage to the gym so we couldn’t meet there. You students are honored to have been selected as your school’s first participants in the Program...”

There were howls of outrage from everyone at this news.

“You can’t do that; it’s too cold,” cried one.

Another voice called out, “You gotta be nuts—nobody here wants to freeze to death!”

The clamoring continued until he got the noise quieted down; then he said, “You’ll get used to the cold; you’ll see. We’ll be doing partners for the Program. Miss Williams will give you your partner’s name. You are to support each other during your week. Miss Williams?”

After another round of distressed complaints, she was able to speak.

“We’ve selected two pairs from each class; we want to get through the first part of the student body quickly, hopefully before the winter gets really bad. There are two girls who must go to the nurse to get The Shot right after you’re naked. Michelle Geist and Emma Clarke. Be sure to see the nurse and tell her you need The Shot. Now here are the partner groups...”

She continued, starting with the freshman, but by then I had tuned her out. What to do? No bloody way will I get starkers. I noticed that I was virtually invisible in the room, being shielded from view by all the huge bodies around me, most of them wearing those fluffy Alaska style parkas. But I was too far from the door to slip out.

“Go stand with your partners now.”

Wait. What? I didn’t hear my name or anyone else’s. People were shuffling around and then Adam moved next to me.

“Adam?” I wondered aloud.

“Partner,” he muttered, carefully inspecting a dirty spot on the floor from his towering height.

There were lots of dirty spots on the floor so he had ample opportunities for his curiosity about them.

Hayword was talking now, something about Program rules, when Williams sidled over.

“Emma, I paired you with Adam. He’s as shy as you. You can help each other.”

“Bloody hell, miss,” I countered. “He can’t be my partner. He must weigh almost three times as me and he’s four years older. I’m not doing this, you know. I checked. You’re not my guardian, so that consent form is invalid. My attorney told me last week that your guardian application was thrown out.”

“We can force you, you know,” she replied. “In just a few minutes.”

Hayword must have wrapped up his comments because everyone was shifting around restlessly again.

Then Hayword announced, “We’ll start with the seniors. You four, please remove your clothes now. Um, there’s no room in the clothing boxes for your coats—just pile them in the corner over there for now.”

The four seniors looked at each other. I was stood near them so I could hear one of the boys as he quietly asked the girl next to him, “We’re not doing this, right?” Both girls both looked back at him and nodded their heads in agreement.

“Hey, me and Jane and Nancy aren’t doing this crap, no way in hell will we strip, and it’s too damn cold anyway,” that boy proclaimed, grabbed a girl’s arm (Jane or Nancy, I didn’t know), and charged out of the room with her in tow. Immediately most of those kids near the door ran out as well, before a teacher was able to move to block anyone else from leaving. Naturally, I was too far from the door to get myself out in that initial rush and Adam was still counting dirty spots on the floor.

There were just five of us kids left in the room now. I think three were freshmen, Adam, and me. Williams zeroed in on me.

“Okay, Emma. We’ll catch up to the others soon, but now it’s your turn. If you don’t strip voluntarily, we’ll need to help you do it.”

Two of the teachers in the room began moving toward me, they were probably gym teachers since they looked like it—big men. Well, everyone looks big to me. Okay, time for the drama act.

“I can’t do it...” I sighed dramatically, rolling my eyes up and making my knees shake.

Nah, that won’t work—I’m bundled up so much that they can’t see the knees. So with a theatrical sigh, I keeled over. My parka gave me great cushioning; I landed with a very satisfying thud. As I did, I made sure to slap the floor hard with my hand as I made believe it was my head that made that crack sound. Anyway, I bounced my head to make it look real.

Damn. I had slapped the floor, dirt spots and all. Gonna have to scrub the dirt off my hand later.

Anyway, at least something worked properly for me now.

“She fainted!” A female voice.

“Get help!” A male voice, young though.

“Step back!” A male command, a teacher probably.

“Get her to the nurse, Mr Greynor.” That was Miss Williams.

“You all, stop! Stay here!” Hayword, probably trying to keep the last of the kids from leaving the room.

From the thudding of the feet vibrating on the floor, it seemed that they all successfully fled. Whilst I was being carried to the nurse, I tried to practice rolling up my eyeballs in case someone lifted my eyelids. Don’t know how well that worked, though. I couldn’t feel them move very much. Oh well, I’ll need to wing it now. If I can get alone, I can get away. I’m just too small to get away from someone if they grabbed me.

I was deposited, not so gently, on a firm surface—the exam table, I assume, and a female voice asked, “What happened to her?”

Gruff male voice. Teacher-coach, I assume. Used to yelling. “She fainted.”

“What was she doing?”

“The first day Program stripping session. They asked her to strip and she keeled over.”

“Ah. Shock.”

“Um, Marcia?” Oh. That must be the nurse’s name. “She hit her head on the floor, hard. Heard it go crack.”

“Ohmygod. And you carried her here with a head injury? Get out. Call 911. Wait for them and lead them here. Let me check her.”

I felt her hands gently slide over my scalp and heard her breathing close by and a few seconds later, she began checking my pulse. I guess she had tried looking for a lump or bleeding on my head. Then I felt a blood pressure cuff being put on my wrist.

“Hmmm. All okay,” she muttered when the cuff stopped hissing.

Then she lifted an eyelid. I tried really hard not to look back at her, keeping my eyeballs up. Suddenly a bright light flashed at the eye and went away. She repeated it with the other eye.

“Pupils okay. Miss, you’re awake. You’re not fooling me.”

“Oooohh,” I groaned. “What happened? Oh, it hurts. I hit my head.”

“They said you fainted. What really happened?”

“Ooohh ... they were gonna strip me. I felt all woozy and light-headed and then woke up here. Ow, my head hurts.”

“Hurts where? I didn’t see a bruise.”

“My hairline. Here.” I pointed.

“Okay. That area may take a while for a lump to form. The skull is really thick there. You might have a concussion; we’ll need x-rays, maybe.”

“If they take me to the hospital, where’s my backpack?”

“It’s right here.”

The phone rang and she answered it. “I’ll tell her ... Okay.”

She came back. “The office called your paren ... emergency contact. Mrs Flannery will be here very soon.”

In fact, Mrs F came in when the paramedics did. I motioned her over and she bent down for my whisper.

“I’m okay. Play acting. Be quiet. Go along with me.”

She nodded.

“How you doing?” one of the EMTs asked.

“Better. Getting better and better.”

“That’s a strange answer. Hurt anywhere?”

I glanced around; didn’t see the nurse.

“Not really,” I replied.

“Report is you fainted; possible concussion.”

“Okay,” I responded.

He gave me another sharp look.

“Okay miss, let’s get you on the gurney here.”

Soon they were loading me into the ambulance. I saw Mrs F was stood at her car, waiting. Whilst I was being loaded in, I released the restraint strap at my waist. The other EMT pulled a clipboard off my stretcher, looked it over, and then began securing the stretcher wheels to the floor. The first EMT was apparently the driver.

The door closed and I sat up.

“Ah-ah-ah! Can’t do that,” the EMT spoke.

“I’m fine,” I said. “I just needed to get out of the school building and...”

“Now wait,” he interrupted. “You have a possible concussion and...”

“Ready to go yet?” the driver called back.

“Not yet. A minute.” To me, he said, “You need to lay back.”

I stood up then, surprising him. And in my best parade-field voice, firmly said, “I’m done here. Now you listen up, Mister! There is absolutely nothing wrong with me! Except my height,” I added quietly. Firmly again, “They were assaulting me in there, going to try to strip my clothes off me! So I faked the fainting!”

He gawked at me, then looked back at his clipboard.

“Hmm. Your name rings a bell ... Emma Clarke. Emma ... do you tutor kids here?” he asked quietly.

I glanced at his name tag. Benalley. I taught an Amka Benalley.

“You have a daughter Amka?” I asked.

“Yes!” he shouted. “You’re Amka’s Emma! She thinks you walk on water. You helped her pull up her grades, taught her how to study, gave her confidence in herself, made us all proud of her. You’re her hero and role model. I heard of that school nudity crap. They got you involved in that? How are you even in high school? At 13?”

“Wait. One at a time. Yeah, they fixed the name selection so that I would be selected today. Then they were about to force-strip me, so I faked the fainting to get away. I’m in high school ‘cause I skipped some grades when I was younger. And I need to call my solicit ... erm, lawyer about what happened today, so can you let me out? I can see that my ... erm ... guardian’s car is still waiting. She’s probably waiting to follow you. Let me out—you can tell your bosses that I skipped out when you were getting out an IV or something,” I giggled.

My relief at escaping was making me giddy.

“Don’t worry about that, Emma. I’ll cover for you.” he said. “Hey Bill!” he called. “I need to come up front for a sec. The patient is stable.”

He opened the back door and we both got out. He closed it and went to the cab whilst I slipped into Mrs F’s car. She had my backpack.

“Okay now, what’s going on?” she asked as the ambulance left. We drove out too.

I explained.

“I need to call Mr Jameson. First, can they use force to strip kids? Second, if the law says that only a parent or legal guardian sign the Program releases, how could Williams do it? Isn’t that illegal?” I asked.

“I don’t know, honey,” she sighed. “Let’s just get home.”

When we got home, I called Jameson and he told me he’d get right on it; Hayword telling the teachers to strip me was actually a felony. Sigh. This was only Monday, I was guessing we’d have a whole week of this rot—no, probably more. Soon Joyce came home from school to report that no one had gotten naked and that the building was still majorly cold.

“They boarded up the windows in the gym and have heaters running in there now,” she told us. “They’re trying to get the building heat up but one of the kids heard the janitor saying it would take three or four days to get the heat much over 60. And the gym is losing heat as fast as they can pump it in. Everyone is so excited about how the Program got stopped today.”

“What about the kids who got selected? Were they bothered anymore?” I asked.

“I know of some. Two were in my fourth period English class and Hayword came by and demanded that they come with him to get stripped. They refused again. Robin knows of more. Hey, I heard a girl fainted.”

“Erm, that was me, Joyce.”

“No shit! They picked you?”

“Yeah. They falsified my consent records. And the selection isn’t random like they said it would be. And I didn’t faint. I pulled that trick to keep the teachers from stripping me.”

“No! Can they just pull off your clothes if you refuse?” she asked, horrified.

“No, doing that’s assault and battery. Jameson got a court order to keep them from trying it on anyone.”

“Ooooh, cool,” she said. “Hey, Robin told me that a couple of teachers are being real dicks. She had a kid who was called for the Program in two of her classes and each teacher wanted him to strip ‘cause they wanted to use a naked kid in their class. He refused, of course, so she said the teachers tried sending him to the office. He wouldn’t go; he said that’s where it all had started. So the teachers told him that he would get a week of class fails; that’s what their Program instructions called for, they said.”

Robin was a friend of Joyce.

“Jeez. That’s just bollocks. I’m sure they can’t fail a kid for a non-academic reason. I think I’ll warn the kids in tutoring to watch out for that if they get threatened that way.”

“I’ll tell Robin what you said, Emma. Thanks!”

Later in the afternoon I got an email from a girl in my army.

Hey Emma–

Thought you might want to know. Jeff’s dad runs a window and sign company. He and his crew took down the gym windows last weekend with their bucket trucks. Then they put someone in the school through the window opening and he opened as many doors and windows as he could.

Pat says his uncle has another surprise for the next time we need to freeze out the place. When the school goes over 60 he’ll do it. You did said to freeze ‘em out—that was a super idea. We’re absolutely gonna do just that.

Kasi

The school was still chilly but mostly quiet when I returned Tuesday. Apparently the staff had been trying to get the selected kids to participate all day Monday but the kids stood firm. The cold building went a long way to help steel their resolve. You freeze out the Program by freezing the friggin’ kids. Even if anyone had wanted to get starkers, the school’s temperature would have chilled out that thought, and any teachers who asked the kids to strip were met with cold stares. Just sayin’. Need to find humor in this rubbish somehow. Anyway, Williams must have found out I was back because she tracked me down and tried to talk to me, but I just walked away from her and then wouldn’t even acknowledge her when she tried a second time at my next class.

I have Biology fifth hour on Tuesdays and guess what? The teacher had me on his list as a Program person and gave me a really difficult time, insisting that I had to be naked so he could use me for some class demonstrations. At first I told him that I’d do it, but only if he and the rest of the class joined me in stripping starkers. Also, the classroom was only a bit over 60 degrees and all of us were still wearing coats or heavy sweaters. Then I changed my mind.

I told him, “On second thought, being starkers is a spacky idea; it’s dicky too...”

I saw his blank look and realized my slang had lost him.

“ ... so ... stupid idea and unhealthy. Last week when I heard about the bleedin’ Program starting here, I looked up some survival tables for hypothermia. Guess what? They all assume you’re wearing clothes, don’t they. You’ll get hypothermia right quickly, even at 60 degree temps, if you have no clothes on. And at my body size, the ratio of my body surface area to my total mass is much higher than a full adult’s, so that’d mean that I’d lose body heat very fast and be affected much more quickly than a bigger person, innit? So you can just forget about my being starkers in here. Sir.”

Got a bit of applause for that, I did. Which earned the class a hard glare from the teacher, but he did back down and I didn’t have any further problems with him for the rest of the term.

Mr Jameson works quickly. After my Biology class, I noticed I had a text message from him; he had organized an ex parte court injunction issued to the school forbidding any adult from touching a student for the purposes of obtaining Program compliance. Any adult doing so would be subject to a sexual battery charge. He had also sent a letter to the school demanding that they send him the original copies of my Program permission form which Williams had signed. In the letter, he had pointed out that she had violated state law by falsely representing that she was my legal guardian. And finally, he had notified the school that under no circumstances were they to attempt to administer The Shot to me.

My afternoons on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are spent at UAF, so I missed some of the byplay on Wednesday afternoon. But while I was at the uni, the school district’s lawyer was in court attempting to get Mr Jameson’s injunction overturned. I learnt what happened from him that evening.

“Emma, I called to update you on the school nudity situation. I was in court today to defend our ex parte injunction,” he told me.

“Ah. I hope you won—erm, what’s ‘ex parte’?”

“That means I got the preliminary injunction without any notification to the school. Doing that is justified in cases of immediate harm, where there’s no time to arrange a hearing with the parties. Anyway, yes, we won; the injunction is now permanent.”

“But the school’s lawyer tried to stop it?” I asked.

“And that was ... amusing, ha ha ... to see. Their lawyer got a lecture from the judge. He used my motion for relief as his script. When the other lawyer tried to introduce the Naked in School Program materials as a reason why forced stripping is legal, the judge threatened him with contempt for making a frivolous argument, since those materials have no legal standing. He asked the guy how he thought an administrative document, which has no basis in state law, could supercede the state’s laws covering assault and battery. In my motion, I had pointed out that allowing the forced stripping of minors, like the school officials attempted with you, would give them free license to violate the assault and battery laws. Follow so far?”