Harley’s Ordeal – Chapter One

Sarah sighed, staring at the clock. It seemed to tick so slowly towards the end of the week. Of course, that was magnified by the fact that it was Friday, and she had plans for the weekend.

Sarah looked around the room, her thoughts in every place imaginable besides what the teacher was trying to beat into her and her peers’ head. Her chin rested on her hand, her eyes blank as she anxiously waited. She couldn’t believe how slow those last few minutes were going.

After another ten minutes or so of the teacher droning on about some ancient civilization or another, the bell rang. Finally, it rang. She jumped up excitedly, swinging her bag onto her shoulder before briskly walking out of the now noisy classroom.

The hallway was rapidly growing crowded as many other teens eager to begin their weekends fought their way towards the exit. Sarah made a face of disdain, and slipped into the bathroom in an attempt to escape from all of the commotion in the hall.

She set her bag down, stepping in front of the mirror to primp a bit. She had a bit of time before the racket died down, at least, before she was able to exit the building without being trampled like a greeter on Black Friday.

Pulling a brush from a pouch on her bag, she returned to the mirror. She began to comb her long, lustrous auburn hair. As it straightened under the influence of the brush, it regained some of its glowing radiance, making her smile contentedly.

A few more moments of brushing passed before Sarah was satisfied with her hair, stooping to place the hairbrush back into her pack. Standing up, she eyed her figure. Sarah was moderately slim. She had a bit of meat on her bones, but it worked for her. Arguably, it made her more attractive.

Standing up on the tips of her toes, Sarah pouted, falling back onto the soles of her shoes. She had always wished she was taller, but, the fact that she was eighteen and barely reached five-foot five made it clear she was locked into her fate. People had always called her height adorable, but she believed she would look so much better taller.

Despite the fact that she had stopped pouting already, she looked as though she still was.