TITLE: Whispers Under Covers
GENRE: Contemporary YA
Graham slithered through the hall. His usual victims scrambled out of his way, but he ignored them. His beady eyes stayed focused on his next target. Mary stuffed books into the locker next to me, not realizing the danger that approached.
"Where can I get something this fashionable?" Graham asked, grabbing the homemade dress Mary wore.
She tried to pull away, but her struggles didn't earn her freedom. Instead, seams ripped and everything fell apart. Mary's eyes widened and she clutched her clothes in a futile attempt to maintain her decency.
She failed. Her desperate grabs made the damage worse. Tears welled in her eyes and she slumped onto the hallway floor.
A throng of students gathered, drawn to disaster like moths to a flame. Graham's lips contorted into a twisted grin.
"Mary, Mary why are your panties so scary?" The crowd howled with laughter. Mary's face turned crimson. She shifted her hands to hide panties that looked home sewn too.
"Mary, Mary..." Graham began again. The crowd leaned forward.
Not me. I didn't want to hear it. He'd mouthed off at me all semester in Algebra like an annoying gnat I couldn't get rid of. But now I had the opportunity to squash him.
"...why are your legs so -"
Graham didn't get to finish. My fist slammed into his jaw. He dropped like a bag of Chemistry books and hit the floor with a thud.
He'd made Mary's day s*****. But now Graham was the guy who'd been knocked out by a girl.