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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 230/ 24:????
🕑 Added 2024-01-23 00:01:35 +0000 UTCNothing stuck. I looked at my notes and noticed I wrote everything for the lesson.
It was the third period, and I had notes for all my classes, and I didn't even remember Lunch. Did I go to the locker room? Did I hang out with anyone? I just don't remember as I put my notes in my bag. My head felt heavy, and I felt like I was in a wind turbine. I was lost, and I felt my stomach grumble. I didn't even notice that I was hungry as I put my things away and I got up. I started to walk out of the classroom.
My mind was buzzing, and I was feeling odd. I walked and walked, barely registering what was going on around me. I opened the teacher's locker room door and sat on the bench. I opened my bag and started to pull out my things. I found my workout outfit and my feelings started to hit me.
I was homeless.
I was kicked out and homeless.
Tears started to stream from my eyes, and I felt it hit me like a truck, and my stomach turned. I heard the grumble of an empty stomach, and I felt the tears streaming down my face. "Huh?" My mind blanked as I saw tears hitting my sweaty outfit. I didn't know what to do. I felt like shit, and the wind kept seemingly blowing through my ears. What was happening to me at this moment?
It hurt.
My heart hurts, and I rage. I was so mad. So fucking mad. I was so fucking angry.
Who the fucking, fuck did my dad think he was?!
Suddenly, I was standing and seething. I needed to do something. I was homeless now, but I wasn't about to go crawling back. My dad can go fuck himself. He wants me to spend time with Elana. I would fucking make her my bitch. Make her degrade herself in front of him. Confess what a masochistic bitch she was. I would fucking do what I want with her!
Half sister?
Who Fucking gives a fuck!
I would make him pay in my own way.
My rage would be known!
My eyes instantly dried, and I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding, and I heard a door open, making me turn. I saw Mrs. Grenider, and she turned to look at me. She was startled, looking at me. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"Not really, I was just kicked out of my house," I told her without thought as the anger was still brewing and her eyes widened.
"What?!"
"Don't worry about it, I have places to stay," I replied, my voice flat.
"Angela, are you okay?" She asked.
"No, I am not okay," I told her, my voice cracking a little, "I am doing my best, though, Mrs. Grendier!" I snapped at her, "I am doing my fucking best though. I am keeping up my grades; I am working on my fucking skill in Volleyball so I can try my best at my dream. I want to compete, and I want to enjoy my free time with my girlfriend. I like my job, and I just want my life to be simple. I just need things to simplify. Do you understand that Mrs. Grendier? Can you help me make my life simpler? Go back a decade and tell my parents that Intersex children can compete in sports?" I half yelled. Without realizing it, my eyes were watering, and my arms were waving historically.
"Can I go back in the past and tell my younger self that everything will be alright if you stand up for yourself?" I yelled, "No, I fucking cannot do that. So, all these years, I put up with bullying! But NO! I HAD TO LISTEN TO MY PARENTS! MY PARENTS NEVER FUCKING HELPED ME! NOW, NOW!" I took a deep breath as my lungs hurt from shouting, and I slumped against the lockers, "My mom didn't even tell my dad that I wasn't going to be kicked out," I felt the strength in me leave as I realized that. "As I walked out, she didn't try to stop me. She didn't tell me that I could continue staying with them. She just watched me leave as her cheating husband kicked me out. Watched and sided with him ultimately as I walked out."
I looked at the gym teacher, who looked lost as to what to do, and I chuckled even as I cried, "You know what is funny?" I asked.
"W- What?" Mrs. Grendier asked, and I could see the pity and curiosity in her eyes.
"My part-time job makes more money than my dad does." I couldn't help but laugh at that, "He has a University degree, and I make more in two weeks or maybe a month than he does in a year. I have a girlfriend who will take me in, at least temporarily, who is richer than him. I will live in even better conditions than I would be living at home!" I barked a laugh, and it hurt so much.
"Hah, Maybe I will even have my own space! Some place that no one else is allowed to go into! A space only for me and everyone else can GO FUCK THEMSELVES! A place for my amusement and enjoyment, and only invitation from me can allow people in!" I announced.
"You never had that?" Mrs. Grendier asked.
"Not in truth," I said, and I realized I was sitting on the floor with my knees against my breasts. I wrapped my arms around my knees and felt sad. "it was always a place others could come into at any time. Sure, it was 'my area,' but not really. Then my half-sister showed up, and she continued to invade it. It doesn't even feel like home to me anymore." I sighed, and my head hurt.
"What do you want me to do?" Mrs. Grendier suddenly asked.
What did I want?
What was it that I wanted?
Why did I even talk to her?
I never consulted teachers before and didn't plan to talk to her. I would have rather Crystal just so she could do something that might make me feel better. Maybe take my rage out on it? But I couldn't do that with Mrs. Grendier, and I didn't know why I was talking to her, and I slowly turned to look her dead in the eyes.
"I don't know," I told her, "I don't fucking know a goddamn thing," I reiterated. "I just want to come to school and get this shit over with. I want to try my best at volleyball and see if I can go pro at it in university, either on a team or not. Maybe I go to private tournaments or something. But I just want to try, then I guess I will try my best at Running too." I sniffed, and I noticed my nose was a little plugged.
"Okay. Do you want me to get you help finding a place to stay?" Mrs. Grendier asked.
"No, I should be fine, but I will ask if I need help."
"Are you up for practice today?"
"I need a minute to clean up."
"So you coming out?"
"Yeah."
"That is the least commitment that you have ever shown to me."
"Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Grendier, I am filled with rage. I am sad but filled with rage, but sadness is hitting me now. I will come out there, and I will come at my best, but I still need a minute to change and probably Change a tampon."
"That bad?"
"Don't know, I barely remember the day."
"That bad?"
"I don't know; I've never been like this before."
"Listen, I am going to help you forget for a bit. Get out into the gym in ten and start running. Ten laps around the gym, then come see me. You are going to be working on recovery, not in the sand, and it is going to hurt. Understood?"
"Yes, Mrs. Grendier," I replied. I looked at her, and she turned and walked out.
The moment the door closed, I got up and grabbed my semi-dry workout clothes, and I tossed them on the bench. I started to strip, and my head oddly blanked for a couple of moments again before I remembered my dad just sitting there nonchalantly cooking a meal for his favorite daughter. He had that little half smile on his face and was perfectly fine cooking for her in a way that he had never done for me.
Rage boiled in me, and I wanted to punch something. I needed to punch something. Anger roared in me, and I hated that man. So much did I want to see him lose everything. "FUCK!" I snapped out the curse, tossed my clothes to the floor, and started to strip haphazardly. I wanted to rage and scream and yell and scream some more. Fuck that little Elana cunt!
No, I would do something against my father someday, but now, I needed to get my mind to things. I went back to my bag, my stomach full of fury, and I changed the tampon before moving on to changing into my workout outfit. I stuffed my uniform away and remembered that I needed to call Crystal.
Instantly, I took out my phone and was about to call when I paused. I looked at my phone for a minute, sighed, and started a text.
Angela: I have a Client tonight after Practice, and then I want to come over. I would like to stay with you.
I sent the text, and I sighed. I would rather talk about it in person than over the phone. I put away my phone, stepped out of the locker room with my bag, and walked into the gym. The nets were up for the team, and Mrs. Grendier was getting things ready for practice. Instead of helping, I tossed my bag into the corner and stretched a little before I broke out into a run. My body moved on instinct, and soon after warming up with a jog, I was sprinting and running around the gym in laps.
My hair blew behind me as I moved, and I lost myself in the running before I heard a whistle and Mrs. Grendier called me over. I moved with purpose toward her, and she smiled, "Now is the time to show me what you learned out in the sand. You are going to get the ball to land in general areas that I yell out. I am going to be spiking and tossing the ball. Not all of them will be spikes, and you need to bump, volley, or recover to the spot, I tell you. Also, Fun thing," Mrs. Grendier smirked, "I am going to ensure some of these balls go out in your court. DO NOT RECOVER THOSE BALLS. They are points for your team! But if I yell 'Tap,' then you have to recover the ball even if it is out. Understand?"
I nodded, and then I was at it.
Mrs. Grendier was relentless, and I was running and recovering all over, only to then be given a softball. It was out of nowhere and messed me up. Sometimes, I would run from the ball, thinking it should be faster. It was a harsh lesson as these were things the enemy would want to mess up my pace within an actual match. It was a head game, and I got messed up by it a couple of times.
Sometimes, I would recover a ball that was out or purposefully not recover a ball because I missed the tap call out.
I wasn't allowed to be clouded with anger at this point. I had to listen and react with my best. Without even realizing it, I was stuck in the pace, and I continued to run and jump all over the place and sometimes stand there when something easy came. The accuracy of my recoveries skyrocketed to eighty percent before Mrs. Grendier told me to stop.
"Perfect, Much, Much, Better. More than I expected, honestly; for now, Practice your serves, and Ace serves. The bell is about to ring, and the rest of the girls are going to be here soon." Mrs. Grendier informed me, and I nodded.
I wondered what she thought about my outburst in the locker room, but I don't think she wanted to comment on it. I must have looked pathetic, and I was pretty pathetic. I shook my head and gathered the balls into the cage, and brought them to a spot to practice my spike serve. Then I got right into it.
Losing yourself in repetitive motion was amazing. It was the best thing, and I couldn't understand those that did. Each time, I tried to mimic the best serve that I could, and I heard the ball smack against the ground, only for me to repeat again and again. Then, I found a motion that created such a satisfying slap. It felt amazing as I moved, and the sound of the bang against the floor inside the box on the other side of the net was amazing.
I moved back and bounced the ball once before running up as a start and tossing the ball in the air a calculated amount like last time. My body leaped, and my whole body moved, and my arm moved back only to move forward with one movement leading to another. It felt like all my muscles were working together, and my arm whipped the ball at my wrist, creating a loud slap against the ball. The ball shot over the net by barely an inch, then hit inside the box in the corner right where I was aiming with a loud slap that sent the ball shooting off into the gym.
I moved back and repeated and repeated, only changing the aim. I barely even registered the bell ringing as I repeated till I was out of balls. Then I ran around to gather them up. Then, I repeated only as I shot the second ball to slap the ground loudly for Mrs. Grendier to whistle and get my attention.
"Amazing, that was a ball at eighty KPH, you know. That is fucking heavy. That is better than most men your age. Only aces and pros do better. We will work on that and continue, but for now, take ten minutes to walk it off before the group meeting. We have to go over things for the tournament." Mrs. Grendier told me, and I nodded.
I walked and picked up the balls, returning them to the cage, only to notice that Sarah walked in, and I saw her look at me. She sighed and looked at me sadly for a reason. I didn't understand why. She walked up to me and started to stretch.
"Are you going to not talk to me all day?" Sarah asked.
"Huh?" I looked at her, confused.
"You said nothing to me in the first period. They never showed up for lunch, which Tracy, Alex, and I were at. Then you are just here acting like nothing happened. You blew us off," She insisted. I saw Alex come in, and I looked at Sarah as she stretched.
"Oh, So I didnt show up to lunch then," I thought aloud. "I wonder what I did for lunch then?" I asked myself, curious as I simply couldn't remember at this time. I hope I didn't cause any trouble for myself.
At this moment, my stomach rumbled again, and I sighed. "Sorry, I didn't blow you off; today just wasn't a good day for me. Okay?" I replied.
Sarah puffed her cheeks, and Alex walked up. "Hey, I was hoping for some fun at lunch today," Alex bluntly said.
"Today wasn't a good day for me. Would you like me to come up with a way for you to release some pent-up energy?" I asked.
Alex blushed a little but shook her head, "I know you will get around to it; I look forward to it. Now, We play volleyball," She said.
I couldn't help but smile at that. Alex was just Alex. She wanted what she wanted, and she wanted it from me. It's not something I just made up right now, and I knew I was going to reward her for that attitude. In fact, if I remember correctly, I already had plans with Alex this weekend to meet her parents. I wondered who made such a perverted girl like her.
I shook my head and smiled, "Yup, head in the game, I will tell you why I was out of it later," I replied, and Sarah smiled. I could tell that it worried her less when I reassured her and I wanted to sigh. Wouldnt it be self obvious that I was not in the mood to talk. But I knew I was being unfair. I had no idea what I looked or sounded like if I was brushing someone off.
"Everyone Gather," Mrs. Grendier began, "Tomorrow, we are heading to the tournament. Angela, You need to pay your portion, and since you are Eighteen, you can sign your own paperwork. Everyone else has done so, so after lunch, you will meet here, and we will be heading out. The hotel is booked, and the tournament will have its first game early in the morning. If we win four games in a row, we will be in the finals. We are a strong team, but our formations are still lacking. We have strong individual skills, but that is not what Volleyball is about. So, I expect some coming together today. I will go over formations again today and expect progress!"
Then it began. We all got up, and she started to make us go through formations and various setups. This was the team practice time, and we were all invested. We went through blocking formations and even started some small games against each other. We went hard, and I was lost in it. I made sure my body remembered each thing.
I loved to compete, and I knew that teamwork in competitive games was the best. I could be as skilled as I wanted to be, and I would be. I would stand out from among my peers. But as a strong person with team and individual skills. That was always how I was. Dominate them in any way I had to.
We lost track of time before the whistle blew, and Mrs. Grendier yelled out, "Good hustle, ladies. Honestly, I think we have a shot at the finals. That is what we need to get into the regionals, and we can move forward from there. We all started late, but we have always been a strong team. I expect the best of all of you. See you here after lunch tomorrow!" She announced, and I walked up to Mrs. Grendier.
"Paperwork and I can pay on debit," I told her, and she nodded.
I walked to her office and signed the form. Mrs. Grendier said nothing about the earlier interaction, and I had to run out and grab my bag for my wallet, and I paid for everything I needed to. It seemed we would be staying in a nice hotel room, and she smiled before sending me on my way. It was nice when people minded their own business.
I grabbed my bag and pulled out my phone. I smiled, seeing the text from Crystal.
Crystal: See you tonight, Mistress; I missed you a lot last night.
Angela: I missed you, too.
I replied like that before I knew it and felt my face heat a little. I should never have gone home last night, and I sighed. No thinking about that. I needed to go to work, and I picked up my pace and skipped the shower. I would shower when I got back to Crystal's place. For now, I had a customer waiting.
So, with a stomach that was empty but a belly full of anger, I walked to my car dripping in sweat.
Comments
VeggetoSSJ
Possible Title: Constructive Anger, as in directing it towards working on her voleyball game
Justin "Johnist" Johanson
Possible Title: Numb Rage / Confused Numbness
Madjic
I should have finished this last night but I ran into some things that I had to do. I hope you all enjoy it!
