Displacement Story

Mark’s book report was due tomorrow.  He had never been to his high school’s library, but desperate times call for desperate measures and he couldn't afford to fail another assignment.  Three hours after school got out, Mark had finally finished his paper.  He wondered if his friends would still be at the park playing basketball.

He usually got a ride home with his friend Nathan after their social studies class.  Nathan was old for their grade, and one of the few freshmen in the school who had his own car. 

Mark tried calling him for a ride but Nathan didn’t answer.  He hated walking home –it was so uncool- but his house wasn’t too far from the school, maybe two miles away.  He called Nathan again as he walked through the gymnasium towards the exit.  No answer.  As he put his phone away, he heard some girls giggling far off.

Curious as to the source, Mark veered off his path and came upon a door which opened into a hallway he had never seen.  The girls’ voices were growing louder. 

He turned the corner.  It was as if time had stopped.  Before him was the greatest sight his young eyes had ever beheld.  Mark had stumbled into the varsity girl’s locker room and the Lady Tigers had just finished volleyball practice. 

“You pervert!  What are you doing here?!  Get out!”  

His eyes fixed upon the source of the screaming.  Fiercely staring back at him from the showers was the most wanted girl in school: Allison Brady.  She was the Queen Bee; guys wanted her, girls wanted to be her.

His friends wouldn’t believe this!

She threw the bottle of shampoo in her hand at him.  He ducked, but was sprayed by some of the water flying off the wet bottle.  He sprinted towards the door with the girls shouting at him.  This was the greatest day of his life but he knew he’d be in trouble.  Allison’s boyfriend was the captain of the football team and was well-known for being the jealous type.  No one messed with Rick’s girl.

Mark sprinted down the hallway and out the school’s exit, praying Allison wouldn’t tell Rick  There was no time to waste-football practice would be getting over soon. 

He ran and ran until finally his house was in sight.  But his relief was short-lived as a low, rumbling noise came up behind him.  His heart dropped.  There was only one guy in town who drove a classic muscle car.

Rick and three friends stepped out of his 1969 Dodge Challenger R/T.  A stray dog began barking.

“Allison told me you snuck into the girls’ locker room and were watching them in the showers.”

Mark was breathing too hard to respond.

“Get him!”

Mark took off running, but his exhaustion was too great and the football players easily chased him down.  With a huge hit, Mark was knocked to the ground.  The dog snarled in the distance as Mark slipped out of consciousness.