group of teenagers were gathered around the bulletin board in the
hallway. There were some gaffaws and giggles, and just a few blushes
among some of the girls. The source of the amusement was a picture
of Amy Johnson, the head cheerleader. What made it amusing was that
it was not a most flattering picture.
Amy's car had
broken down in the parking lot, and although not exceptionally mechanically
inclined, she had enough sense to open the hood and look for something
obvious. Eventually a small brigade of boys showed up to help her
out with her problem, but not until she had looked under the hood
herself. So here she is bent over with her butt up in the air (and
at the angle the photograph was taken, it looked more oversized
than it actually was). It wasn't difficult to follow her legs up
to see just a little of her panties where her skirt had ridden up.
perspective of the photograph didn't show her face, most of the
people knew it was she. To help out those that didn't, whoever posted
the picture printed her name on it.
Amy was just
as curious as everyone else when she saw the crowd in the hall.
When she saw the picture, she blushed and ran off to the girls'
room followed by her best friend Carolyn.
the principle, put an end to the gawking by walking up to the board
and ripping the picture down. However, the damage was done. By third
period, the legend of "All Ass Amy" was all over the school.
Terri was the
next target. On her locker was taped a calendar. The calendar had
several consecutive days marked out in red, and on the day previous
to the succession of red was a reminder that read, "Buy Kotex."
It didn't matter that the calendar had no basis in reality. How
could a girl possibly explain it without incurring more embarrassment?
next in line. Carolyn was fond of food, and it showed in her figure.
She was one of the younger girls, and perhaps was still fighting
off some of her "baby fat." The school year was sufficiently
advanced for the students to have settled into routines. On HER
chair in the cafeteria was taped a picture of hogs at the trough.
were happening too frequently for them to be isolated cases. The
girls were becoming nervous, and the school appointed Ms. West to
hold some support sessions for them after school. In addition to
addressing the current problem, Ms. West also worked on the girls'
self-esteem. The sessions took on a life of their own, and were
an immediate hit with almost every girl in the school. The sessions
became so crowded that they had to be moved to the lecture hall.
pranks continued, the girls seemed to handle them better. The sessions
were a good place for them to express their anger, and to get good
feedback from their classmates and Ms. West.
conducted by Mr. Dunesmore to raise the sensitivity of the boys
were cancelled after the first couple of days due to lack of participation.
Then there was
the weekend when IT happened. The school's answering machine was
overloaded with messages about the pictures on the school's web
site. The pictures showed upskirt shots of many of the girls, apparently
taken from below one of the cafeteria's tables. The web page even
issued a challenge to guess which girl was in each picture. Under
each picture were multiple choice radio buttons with girls' names
Ms. West's next
session was attended by nearly every girl in the school.
Ms. West had
to stand and wave her hands to quiet the indignant rage of the crowd.
"I know you girls are very upset, she said," pulling herself
up to her full 5 foot 11 inch height. "But I have some good
news. Thanks to the help of one of our own, Patsy Walker, I think
we have found a way to finish this affair."
Patsy was an
archetypical nerd-girl: five foot two, skinny, braces, eyeglasses,
and a face so unremarkable that it could easily get lost in a crowd.
She was sociable enough with the girls, and had friends among them
in a fashion. Hardly a boy in the school knew who she was.
boy who was pulling this prank knew her. She was his target on more
than one occasion. For her part, she considered somewhat of an honor
to receive the attention, and besides being called a "brainiac"
wasn't exactly the worst insult he called girls.
Ms. West went
on, "Patsy set some spyware at work on the school's computer
system, and it located not only the source of the web site embarrassment,
but also the perpetrator of most of the other pranks. There are
photographs, signs and all other manner of incriminating evidence.
Boys are stupid, or at least this boy was, not to have at least
try to erase those files."
She turned towards
the door. "Mr. Dunesmore?"
walked in, leading Jimmy Hoffman in front of him. All he said was,
"He's all yours. I'll close the door when I leave." Catcalls,
whistles, boos and some very ungentlegirlly-like language greeted
girls, please quiet down. Please listen to Mr. Donesmore,"
Ms. West pleaded as she tried to regain control over an angry mob
When order was
restored, Mr. Dunsmore turned to the crowd and said, "I don't
know what will go on here, and none of you girls will tell me. Do
we have an understanding?" There were knowing smiles and nods
as he left. The door closed in the now silent room with an ominous
Ms. West had
Jimmy retrieve the chair from behind her desk as she proclaimed
his doom. "Girls, I only have a half dozen rulers, so you will
have to share them. Each girl who was a victim of Jimmy's prank
will line up and take one and pass it along when you are done. I
will get him prepared and start."