Bored and thinking about some role play and the such

[grtcaligal]

Just another boring day in english class. Nothing killed a good mood for Veronica like having to sit through another lecture about some poet who wrote a few words before cramming their head in an oven. I mean if the guys who wrote it offed themselves, why should we be exposed to it? Wouldn't it just make us slit our wrists over homework later?

"It's supposed to make you a better person," her teacher said, almost as if she was reading Veronica's mind. "There's nothing like good literature to help you grow as a person."

"Yeah right." she thought.

As a person, Veronica was the sort of girl who blends into a crowd pretty easily. She wasn't hot because she didn't put out enough for the jocks, nor did she throw on a bunch of makeup to look like the skanks on the cheerleading squad. She also wasn't the fat nerd who sat in front of her with the oppressive BO that would fill the air when she had another dumb question to make another boring day of english drag out more and more.

Looks wise, one might skim past all of this and notice that she was a reasonable 5'4. Not short, not tall, right in the median. Same for the rest of her body, down to her brown hair and brown eyes. Didn't I just say she blends in really well? That sort of means she doesn't stick out and is average.

But enough of that because Veronica's leg is itching. Why should we even give a rat's ass about her white stockings? Other than the fact they might be hiding the fact she didn't shave her legs today. It was just one day and it's not like they would stick through or be like a forest.

But they don't normally itch like this. Veronica had already given up on the lecture for the day when during her scratching she noticed her sneaker wasn't quite feeling right. It was snug. Could it have been the new laces she bought? Who knows, but as she stretched, she felt a cool breeze hitting her waist just slightly. Her shirt must have ridden up a little, she thought as she tried to pull it down...but it wasn't coming down.

Then the seams in her stockings began to give way.