An unwise decision?
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
"Sit at?" a confused Mrs. Bermine asked.
"Yes at," Ms. Prittey explained, "I thought that in case Phil is predisposed to playing with feet that it would be a good idea to move him higher. Because the desks here are rather large, there should be plenty of room to fit his smaller desk on the desk of another student."
Phil surveyed the classroom of girls, all of whom he was unfamiliar with. He knew he wanted to move away from Kendra if at all possible, so he focused on the opposite end of the room. Some of the girls were laughing and playing with their friends, while others he could tell were spying on him in his mother's hand out of the corner of their eye. Then his eyes rested upon a girl in the back row, very near the corner of the classroom. She was studiously leafing through the class' history textbook. Making her more attractive was....well, how attractive she was. Though she was sitting and uniformed, Phil was drawn to her long brown hair and large chest.
"How about her?" Phil said, pointing.
What he did not know was that Sandy, his girl of choice, was reading because she did not do the assignment from the night before because she was out with friends. She was actually a few years older than most of the other girls in class, but naturally struggled with history. Mostly because she did not care about history. In fact, this was her third time through this history course. Under normal circumstances she would have been expelled from the private school long ago, but Sandy's parents are some of the school's largest donors and her mother was a graduate of the original class. She sat in the back row and did not socialize with her classmates because she thought she was far too good for any of the 13 year olds she had to endure the period with.
Ms. Prittey placed Phil and his desk on Sandy's, explaining to the student the situation. Sandy smiled at Phil, who sheepishly smiled back. Phil's mom left the room to begin with her day and the teacher took her place at the head of the class. Phil prepared his papers to take notes, confident that today would be better than his first. Then he felt a minty breeze at his back.
Sandy gently blew on Phil, scattering his papers from his desk and ruffling his hair. Then she bent down until she was just inches from the back of his head and whispered "I know why you picked my desk Phil....and I'm glad you did."
She then began undoing the top button on her blouse...
"Yes at," Ms. Prittey explained, "I thought that in case Phil is predisposed to playing with feet that it would be a good idea to move him higher. Because the desks here are rather large, there should be plenty of room to fit his smaller desk on the desk of another student."
Phil surveyed the classroom of girls, all of whom he was unfamiliar with. He knew he wanted to move away from Kendra if at all possible, so he focused on the opposite end of the room. Some of the girls were laughing and playing with their friends, while others he could tell were spying on him in his mother's hand out of the corner of their eye. Then his eyes rested upon a girl in the back row, very near the corner of the classroom. She was studiously leafing through the class' history textbook. Making her more attractive was....well, how attractive she was. Though she was sitting and uniformed, Phil was drawn to her long brown hair and large chest.
"How about her?" Phil said, pointing.
What he did not know was that Sandy, his girl of choice, was reading because she did not do the assignment from the night before because she was out with friends. She was actually a few years older than most of the other girls in class, but naturally struggled with history. Mostly because she did not care about history. In fact, this was her third time through this history course. Under normal circumstances she would have been expelled from the private school long ago, but Sandy's parents are some of the school's largest donors and her mother was a graduate of the original class. She sat in the back row and did not socialize with her classmates because she thought she was far too good for any of the 13 year olds she had to endure the period with.
Ms. Prittey placed Phil and his desk on Sandy's, explaining to the student the situation. Sandy smiled at Phil, who sheepishly smiled back. Phil's mom left the room to begin with her day and the teacher took her place at the head of the class. Phil prepared his papers to take notes, confident that today would be better than his first. Then he felt a minty breeze at his back.
Sandy gently blew on Phil, scattering his papers from his desk and ruffling his hair. Then she bent down until she was just inches from the back of his head and whispered "I know why you picked my desk Phil....and I'm glad you did."
She then began undoing the top button on her blouse...
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March 24, 2025
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