Dragon Bone High School
Is that a Dragon Bone in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
Kytasha Y'n came back from summer with curves in all the right places. Everyone was noticing. Even girls like Rhee had been giving her sideways glances in Mister Ramines World History class. A bell rang. Third period had begun. Kytasha sighed as she was late to Mistress Adaja's class once again. She knew she was going to get it.
The door creaked loudly as Kytasha Y'n entered the room. Everyone who had already been was now staring at her form as she slipped into the room. Her eyes glossed across the length of the room, and her eyes made contact with Midaro's swarthy, polished onyx eyes. Kytasha's friend Hiranako had said Midaro got herpes but Kytasha knew she was just jealous the potential of their deep lust-filled passion.
"Finally decided to join us Kytasha Y'n? Busy tending to your father's ozka? Oh, my apologies, you don't have one" sneered Mistress Adaja, "Now please. Take your seat immediately before I remove 10 points from Cor Samerial Club." Kytasha was the Cor Samerial Club President. Damn! We needed those points… She quickly seated herself next to Rhee.
"Super harsh, Kytash. Sorry about that, Bro." Over the summer, Rhee had becomes something of a tomboy. Her brightly colored polo shirt clung tightly to her thin, graceful body and her large flat brimmed hat hung lazily behind her tightly cropped hair. Her cargo shorts were several sizes too large, and seemed to hang around her pale lithe thighs like the hem of a skirt.
Kytasha, by comparison shifted uncomfortably as her black leather hi-top boots squeaked against the linoleum floors. Her black mesh mini-dress draped over her curvaceous breasts almost effortlessly and hung limply midway down her thighs. Her black lace thong shone through the slits in her mesh mini-dress drawing the eyes of all the boys and many of the girls and her obvious lack of bra was in rebelliance against heteronormative culture. She was a rebel.
Another bell. Third period had come and gone as quickly as the sun rose over Lasgoth. Kytasha bid farewell to Rhee as she waltzed to her locker down the hallway. As she fumbled with her black combination lock, an unfamiliar hand grabbed her around the waist and she spun on her heel to face her attacker. Midaro's polished onyx eyes peered deep into her dark abyss of a soul. "Hey, shawty. You and me hittin' up dat Jack-in-the-Box tonoight?"
Kytasha gasped.