Chapter Three
Crissy’s Story
As she climbed onto the bus Crissy quickly scanned the seats. The bus was almost full; only a few seats remained near the front, bench seats that faced each other across the aisle. These were the ones Crissy usually avoided. But today she had no choice. She found one between two boys and noticed their appreciative eyes flicker across her thinly-clad chest. She gave them a little smile as they shifted slightly to make more room, and she settled in between them, loosely cradling the black canvas backpack she held on her lap. She hoped that nothing was going to happen with that damned plug while she sat in such close proximity to these two guys.
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It was in Biology class that Crissy felt the first vague stirrings of discontent, a barely perceptible ripple of
