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🕑 Added 2023-11-16 11:47:36 +0000 UTCThis time, I made it to class on time, sat down, and pulled out my notes. The teacher started the lesson, and I got right to it. The teacher handed out notes for this one and continued teaching the lesson. It was a longer lesson as the teacher went on, and I noticed the sheet the teacher handed out was homework.
I hated the fact that teachers cared little for a student's time after school. It was time to do activities and sports. Instead, many thought it was time to continue academics because they couldn't finish their lesson fast enough. I worked on it and quickly made notes simultaneously as I realized the teacher would not give us much time to do the work during class.
Suddenly, I got annoyed at the teacher about this and had to work on it to keep it off my face. I worked on both listening and doing the homework at the same time. It didn't help that I was cramping also while this all went down. I was lost in everything so hard that when the bell rang, I literally jumped in my seat and looked up in surprise. I heard a couple of chuckles, which I didn't care for, but I was already taking care of both notes on the important information the teacher mentioned and the homework, so I didn't have to worry about that.
"Enough, everyone," The teacher quickly interjected, "Unlike most of you, Angela was paying attention and doing the homework and was too busy to be paying attention to the time. Homework is due by tomorrow, and I will see you all then." The teacher announced, "The lesson will be finished tomorrow with a short review of the homework," The teacher told us, and I started to clean up.
I got up a moment later and quickly finished the homework's last question before handing it to the teacher. The teacher looked at it and smiled, "If you want, I will mark you here for tomorrow. It will be a lesson following what went down in class. Unlike your peers, you have already shown an understanding of this class. I will have some notes for you on Thursday. I want you to relax a bit, maybe follow up with other classes if you want?" The teacher shrugged, "But I will also put that in paper for you, Angela. And I want you to remember something, Angela," The teacher said, their tone changing.
"What is that?" I asked, curious, my tone going casual.
"No matter what it is in life," The teacher began their expression seriously, "Whenever someone like me or a manager or supervisor or Professor. As long as they have authority and tell you to do something or get away with something that might affect your future," The teacher wrote something on a paper and signed it, "Get it in writing." The teacher finished, and I took the paper.
I read it, and it read, "Angela is marked in the attendance under my authority as her Third-period teacher because she shows she already understands the lesson." Then, it was signed with the Teacher's name. I smiled, and I was a little relieved. I could use tomorrow to go to the library and study up and get caught up.
I could even print my projects and things like that. It was a very welcome relief, and I sighed, "You have no idea how much this helps me," I told the teacher, "I have been running out of time to do everything I need to do lately." I confessed.
"Well, Find some more time," The teacher suddenly said strictly, "You still have not made applications for university or College yet. You still need to put in for scholarships, which will rapidly be approaching, Angela. You are a talented student with the world in front of you. I do not want to see someone so good in studies losing themselves because they have too much to do in little time. Start deciding and move forward," The teacher said and smiled, "Now go to your last period. I will see you Thursday."
I couldn't help but smile and made my way toward gym class. I really liked my last two classes over my first two. The period teacher did something that I really did not expect, and that extra time to catch up on my review was something important to me. I also thought about what she said about getting everything in writing and realized that was something Samantha said once, too.
Legal documents were in writing, and that meant legally binding. It was the same thing with this note. It was the way the Teacher backed their words up with something substantial. They were willing to be put to the words they said. It was something that I should take to heart. I took that note and put it in a spot in my bag as I walked out of the classroom where I would remember it.
I yawned and moved through the rapidly emptying hallways. I was a little late for my gym, but I was on my period, and Mrs. Grendier would be nice about it. I would have to change the tampon inside me, too. I really hoped that this period would end early over later, and I yawned once again as I reached the locker room and pushed it open. I walked in and started to strip right away, and I put my bag in the corner.
I was fully naked when Mrs. Grendier walked in and walked toward the bathroom with a fresh tampon in hand. "Are-Oh," Mrs. Grendier smiled as I entered the bathroom portion. "Oh, my apologies," Mrs. Grendier said a moment later.
I saw her expression and looked a little embarrassed, and I shook my head, "We are both women," I said with a smile as I shook my head, "I am running a little late right now and need to change this and finish changing," I told her, "Please we can go over what we need to do while I do that," I told her.
"As long as you are comfortable with that," Mrs. Grendier said, coughed once. "So we are running a round outside today. Mr. Trimmers will give up Thursday to us, and on Friday, we will be resting for the tournament. I will go over some of the health lesson stuff instead and find out where you are in that. Just some assessment stuff that will not be on your grade for this year," She said as I finished changing what was inside me, and I stepped out.
"That is okay; I already learned the entire curriculum in the textbook for Grade twelve over the summer," I admitted as I walked to my bag, pulled out my workout outfit, and saw Mrs. Grendier looking surprised.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked.
"Well, I made it a habit since I had no friends, and all I do is work out or study to get ahead in my classes," I told her and put on a fresh sports bra. Moving onto my pants, I smiled at her, "I already learned and read everything I needed to know for the entire school year over summer break. I will bring home all the textbooks and go over the collected information to set myself up so I can continue to get high grades in school. Then, I just review it before those classes. I do the same with projects and other group settings. That way, I have the most amount of time for practice and working out."
Mrs. Grendier opened and closed her mouth and looked at me seriously. "So the school year to you is basically reviewing and checking your work?" She asked.
"Yup," I replied with a smile, "I also find that teachers go over things that are not in the textbooks, and so I find the classes actually useful sometimes. You should look at my notebooks sometimes," I told her as I finished putting everything on with a smile.
"Are you challenged in school?" Mrs. Grendier seemed to ask slowly.
"Challenged?" I asked, "Not really, but I don't really care that much for academia. It is why Volleyball is so important to me," I told her, "I was also thinking about that Track and field thing you and Mr. Trimmers were talking about, and I am interested," I told her honestly, and as I thought the conversation was going to continue I started to stretch.
I saw Mrs. Grendier pinch the bridge of her nose and close her eyes. She looked a little in thought, and I saw her eyes open and look at me. "What are you thinking for the future again? I want you to tell me what you want to do as a career." Mrs. Grendier said.
"Sports," I told her honestly, "I want to do Volleyball now as It is something I find enjoyable and skill-based. I would love to do both indoor and beach Volleyball. I want to reach the Olympics and get a gold medal. I want to prove to the world that I am the best and crush my opponents under my heel as I smile!" I told her with a big smile. "I want to dominate the enemy and crush them underfoot as they cry from the loss, and I smile from the victory! That is true competition, and I want to do that with a team of people I trust. That is why I am more interested in team play over track and field. But I enjoy running a lot, so," I shrugged, "If I can do both, Why not?" I asked with a huge smile, and I saw Mrs. Grendier shiver.
"Angela, I wonder a bit. What happens if you lose?" Mrs. Grendier asked.
"Then I am the loser. I will not cry; I will just work harder to never be under their heel again. It is simple," I shrugged, "Sorry, but when I was a kid, I used to play soccer, and eventually, I was too skilled and was kicked out of the league. After two years, they just didn't want me on the teams, and my parents didn't fight for me." I sighed loudly, "Knowing what I know now? I would have fought and gone to the higher leagues. But, Instead, I moved to running. Just running and sprinting and mixed Martial arts under my Sensei."
"I know we have talked once about your ambitions, and I think having them is good for you." Mrs. Grendier said, and I could see her looking thoughtful, "I need to think more on this than right now. We should go set up and practice instead of chatting here. Come on. We can talk about your study habits more. This isn't the first time you told me about them. It was last week on Monday or Tuesday, I believe. We can walk and talk, though," Mrs. Grendier said.
I nodded and followed along, "The Health class can be something we take a break from the normal class we can work on, and I can test your knowledge, and we can go along those lines. If you have learned everything and can demonstrate it in class, then I see no reason to bore you with it in a classroom setting when there are much more important things to be doing. Anyways, How are you feeling today?" Mrs. Grendier asked.
"I am always good for a run," I told her with a smile.
Mrs. Grendier smiled, "Go for a couple of laps around the track. Then come to the Sandpit for some practice. We are going to work on your recovery in the sand. I am going to have you running around for a while, so be prepared after your run." Mrs. Grendier said, and I nodded.
I quickly got running, and soon, I was moving around the track briskly at a run. I moved faster and faster, and soon I was in the zone and sprinted one side before the turn and then sprinted the other way. Without the weights, I soon finished three laps, and I was breathing a little harder than normal as I reached the pit, and Mrs. Grendier was shaking her head at something.
"Okay, We are going to work on your recovery of hard balls. You will try to get the spikes as fast as possible. Sometimes, you will only have a second between balls. Sometimes, in recovery or in the way you recover! Now we are working on the speed at which you recover and stand back up and recover, Angela!" Mrs. Grendier commanded.
With Mrs. Grendier in position, she started to spike balls at me hard. Each was hard and came in and slapped my wrists. They were in hard spots, and the moment I would recover one, she would send another. My mind focused instantly, and I was moving and missing a lot of balls. It wasn't that I wasn't getting in place. But the recovery was faulty.
"None of your teammates will get that!" Mrs. Grendier yelled, "How far would a player have to go to retrieve that? The Audience?"
That was it. I had to recover it in a way a teammate could get it, or it went over the net. Otherwise, How was it a recovery? Then, when she ran out of balls, I had to run around and collect them so I knew how far off some of them were. I was all over the place in the sand, and the ones that I failed to recover pocketed the sand displays of failure.
It didn't take long before I was dripping in sweat and sand from the sheer amount of running around I did. My body was caked in some places, and I was practicing breathing techniques to keep myself from getting too exhausted. Still, I loved this, and Mrs. Grendier would not see me backing off a single goddamn inch from this practice. I was going to keep going and going as she continued to dish it out.
I wanted to be the top in sports. I wanted to look down at the other teams as they cried and felt better than them. I feel that my effort was worth more than their effort. How great would it be for me to come out atop players who had a decade more experience than me? How great would it feel to be the one at the top with that medal in my hands and a smile on my face while they would have to hold a second-place trophy?
I didn't want to come second ever. I wanted to be first, and although I could take failure, I loved that feeling of being better. I relished the thought and knew that there was only one way of doing that: with hard work. I needed to be doing things like this and in the dirt messy and practicing every day. If I didn't succeed today, then I will tomorrow or the day after that.
My body could take it with no problem as it was a temple made for this. It was a fine structure that was built upon the most steady foundation that I could build. I didn't care about what others were saying. This was my body, and I was strong, and I would make it to be the best!
When the bell rang, I was in the middle of jumping for a heavy spike, and my wrists were red from recovering. It slapped my fist and went up into the air perfectly straight, just as I had envisioned. "Okay, Angela, That is a wrap." Mrs. Grendier said as I fell onto my breasts, sliding and gathering some sand into my cleavage. "You showed some progress there. Honestly, I went from about a ten percent recovery rate with barely any time to recover to about fifty to sixty percent, which I was more or less expecting you around. Honestly, You're not a pro yet, but damn, Angela, You learn fast."
I smiled, got up on my hands, and brought myself back to my feet. I took a deep breath and showed her that smile. "Thank, You," I huffed.
"You honestly do learn quickly, but you are far behind. Go home now and rest up. Also, keep off the weights for the rest of the week. The tournament is this weekend, and I want you in top shape for it. You can get back on it for next week, but then the tournament season is in November. So for the month, you won't be able to wear it. That is unless we are kicked out." Mrs. Grendier said and waved me off, "I can handle the clean up. Can you tell Mr. Trimmers, though, that I want to talk to him after I am done cleaning up?"
"Sure," I huffed and headed off at a good pace. I got to the gym and saw the rest of the class running laps. I walked briskly past them and saw some looks of pity as I moved past them.
"Oh, Mrs. Grendier was not nice to you today," Mr. Trimmers said, looking at me, and I smiled.
"Mrs. Grendier wanted to talk to you after class," I told him with a smile and looked down at myself, "I am going to shower if you don't mind," I said, and he nodded.
"That's okay, Angela," Mr. Trimmers said, "See you tomorrow. COME ON, LADIES! PUT SOME MORE HUSTLE INTO IT! KATLYN, YOU'RE FREE TO GO!" Mr. Trimmers suddenly announced. The girls put more speed into running around the gym, and I wondered what they did to get a punishment.
I quickly returned to the teacher's locker room, stripped, and instantly headed to the showers. I turned them on and sighed as the hot water hit me. I washed several times a day, usually unless it was the weekend. I cleaned myself quickly as I still had to get to work, but the smile on my face was genuine. I was looking forward to whatever customer I was supposed to get tonight.
Samantha had another who was waiting in line for someone like me. I was surprised I only had to deal with one man so far. Honestly, I wouldn't mind some more if I was not lying to myself. I wanted to treat that new cuck to some new tricks, and Kyle was a little cutey that I would transform slowly into something of my choosing.
Thinking about Kyle, I could not help but think about the fact that he never tried to touch me while I was unconscious, or I didn't think he did. He just seemed concerned. I remembered him putting on my clothes for me, and I liked that feeling. That feeling of being worshipped and untouchable unless I choose to do it. I think Kyle would make an excellent personal sissy maid.
Unlike the cuck.
I shook my head and finished washing as I reminded myself I had to get to work. At least this shower would save me a shower at work. I also wanted to talk to Samantha about that video thing she asked Crystal to talk to me about. Also, I guess I should head home at some point this week. My mother was on my case, or I could at least call her before I went to work.
Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dried off and wrapped my dirty clothes in the towel to contain the sand. Then I put it back in my bag and got into my School uniform once again. I sighed and slowly headed out, and I pulled out my phone as I headed to my car. It felt weird, but now was the time to call my mother.
The phone rang once twice as I walked down the hallway before it was picked up.
"Well, if it isn't my long-lost child," I heard her say and sighed. Then I heard her sigh, "Sorry honey, I know every time you come home, you get in a fight. I, I just miss you. I want you around more than once a week," I heard my mom say and sighed again.
"Mom, I am not going to lie," I told her, "Things are weird at home. It is not like I am moving in with Crystal or anything, but she understands my position at the moment. I have a lot of things this week, though. I am busy, so I may or may not come home tonight. I am unsure, and I have not called Crystal yet. But I honestly am not in the mood to deal with Dad and Elana." Especially, Elana, I wanted to say after catching her Masturbating me that she was also an Intersex woman. I just didn't even know how to deal with that, along with everything else going on in my life. It was just too much, and I would delay that as long as I could.
I didn't even notice that I stepped outside but shook my head when I felt the cold breeze and started walking to my car after realizing I was outside. "Is it something your dad did?" My mom asked, her tone loaded.
I wanted to say yes, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to give my mom ammunition against my dad at this moment. "Honestly, I am having a bad period, and I don't want the stress of Dad and Elana. That is why," I partially lied.
I heard a pause, "How bad?" My mom asked, and I heard the care in her voice.
I smiled wryly, "Bad," I said as I unlocked my car door and put my backpack in the back. I looked in the back of my car and saw all the gear. I smiled and closed the back passenger door before getting in the driver's seat and buckling up. "Had to put some stuff away, Anyways, It was pretty bad on Monday. One of the worst, but it seems to have settled down," I told my mom, and I heard her sigh of relief.
"Better than the week-long hell cycles," My mother said, and I nodded. Those fucking sucked. "Did you snap at anyone in school?" My mother asked again, her voice loaded to discipline me.
I grinned as I thought about the Childhood cuck, and my grin grew even larger. He hadn't texted back, but I wondered if he would. "Not really," I lied.
I turned on my car and put it into the drive as my mother paused, and I knew she knew I lied. I always snapped at someone, usually Dad or her. I could hear her wanting to call me on the lie, but instead, after a couple of minutes, I heard, "Okay, Honey, as long as it wasn't too bad," She said and sighed.
She called my bullshit but didn't want to lecture me, and I realized it was my time to talk. "How are you doing, Mom?" I asked.
"I'm doing fine," She said with a sigh, "No, Actually I am not," My mom sighed louder, "Your dad is being an ass. I just don't know," My mom stopped, and I heard her sigh again. "I am obviously not happy with him. Really not happy with him. We decided to go see a therapist together. Maybe," Her voice trailed off, and I nodded to myself.
"Fair enough," I said, and I decided to get moving. I put my phone into the car and started to drive. Instantly, I started to feel anxious, "Mom, I am driving. I want to hang up." I told her.
"Yeah, have a good day, honey. I didn't mean to dump on you." My mother replied.
"It's okay, Mom," I replied honestly, "I will call you again soon, okay?"
"Okay, Honey." My mom said and suddenly hung up.
I looked at the hung-up symbol, and I drove without distraction. I sighed and leaned back into the seat, alone with my thoughts as I drove. I really needed to do something about Mom, but, What?
What can I do to help?
I took her to the spa a couple of times. One was before Elana was around, and one time with Elana. Every time I came home, my dad would do something to piss me off. He woke up at a time when I would start making breakfast before my morning run FOR HER! Never once did he ever do that for me, and I could not hold back the feeling of jealousy and Envy. It was like he loved her more than me. Like I was the mistake, and he could make up for it by treating her better than he ever treated me.
Sometimes, I wonder if I was a swapped baby or something.
I shook my head as I knew I looked like both my mother and father. Plus, all the genetics testing with me being an Intersex woman. I knew I was my parent's child, and it hurt me how much better he treated her than me.
I sighed and opened a window, letting the cold air hit me, and I stopped thinking about my Mom and Dad. It didn't help and just made me feel jealous. I couldn't do it. I shook my head and noticed my turn into the club parking lot. I quickly pulled in, parked, and closed my window.
I took a deep breath and decided to talk to Samantha. I am sure it will be a long conversation. Sighing for the twentieth time, I got out of my car and grabbed my backpack and the equipment before heading toward the club.
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Shamim
Well I forgot one am not good with ideas but you lot have good ideas :) This chapter is ok like brainstorm future plans etc it's alright.
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Title ideas: Ambition, contemplation
