She is not in any of my classes so most times I can evade her by leaving the school building through a little used door and walking a circuitous route home. Usually these precautions serve to successfully avoid her. But on this occasion our paths cross. I recall pondering at the time whether she had long known of my unusual departure route and, when the desire to confront me arose, merely waited for me to walk into her trap.
So there she stood outside as I carefully pushed open the rarely used exit door.
She looked radiant as ever, not experiencing the pains of puberty as with others our age. Her aura did not suffer from the awkwardness that inflicted so many of our classmates. Her complexion was clear and her breasts were beginning to develop in a most attractive manner. Unlike her pee
