An On-line Novel: The Immoral: Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog

 

A bell chimed loudly out over the school yard. A ton of teens, both male and female, too many to count, herded to the front of the school building. Ronald scanned each face hoping to find a familiar one besides his BFF. But he didn’t see anyone from the Lutheran school or his neighborhood.

Cassandra stuck to him like Velcro. She never left his side even after they shuffled into the hallway of the building. They both went to the same home room for ninth graders.

“Where do you want to sit?” Ronald glanced around the room. There were more than enough empty desks. The front row sat vacant.

A tall greasy-haired boy stood in front of a chalkboard drawing a hangman. Five girls sat in the very back of the room chattering to each other.

“I don’t care,” Cassandra whispered. “Just as long as we sit together.”

The kid at the chalkboard drew a pair of square-shaped glasses on the stick figure’s face. After, he swirled around laughing, searching the room for someone’s attention to his masterpiece. “This ouhgta make Mr. Hangman feel welcomed.”

 “I thought our home room teacher’s name was Haggermen?” Cassandra plopped in a desk smack dab in the middle of the room, in front of what appeared to be the absent teacher’s.

Ronald sat in the desk to the left of her. “It is. The kid is just being stupid.” He made sure that his BFF could only hear him and set her book bag beside her.

The girls in the back giggled.

One of them said, “She looks like Miss Piggy.”

“And he looks like Kermit the Frog,” another one said through a cackle. “They must be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Ronald raised his brows. “I thought high school was for the more mature.”

“Me, too.” Cassandra twisted her face. “They’re not a very polite for a bunch of Southern Baptist Christian kids.”

“No. They’re not.” He figured as much. His parents hung out with a Southern Baptist couple and they were known for gossiping about anyone. But at the same time they were the most pious people he’d ever known.

“Did you hear that?” one of the girls from behind guffawed. “I believe Kermit croaked and Piggy snorted.”

“Yeah,” another girl agreed.

Before Cassandra and Ronald could even make a comment, from behind, a tall, lanky girl waltzed between them. “My friends and I were talking to the two of you.” She pushed at her dark, bushy curls over her shoulders, giving Ronald a serious look. “Don’t you two have any manners?”

“We had no clue who you were talking to.” Cassandra squinted at the girl.

“Yeah.” Ronald said. “We didn’t realize that we had walked onto the set of The Muppet Show.”

 

 

Shelly Arkon © 2015

 

 

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral- Mrs. Douche-bag

 

A petite, redheaded woman skittered toward Cassandra, Ronald, and the other teens. “Miss Ray? Do I need to report you to your father?”

All the boys straightened and Ronald stepped away from the picnic table. Everyone went silent and their smiles faded.

Something about her stance made Cassandra feel small.

Leanne yanked her plaid skirt and smoothed it out. “No ma’am.” She stepped from the table top to the bench. From there, she hopped to the sandy ground.

The woman tugged at her fiftyish- handmade-looking-dress, lifting her chin and a well arched brow at the girl. “See to it that you act appropriately.” Her eyes glanced at Leanne’s blouse, and she splayed her right hand across hers. “Make sure you button up that blouse. If I see it like that again one more time this week, I will be forced to right you a warning.”

“Of course, Mrs. Dort.” Leanne’s voice oozed Southern sugar.

“The same goes for the rest of you.” The woman cast a gaze at Cassandra and Ronald. “You two must be new.”

Cassandra nodded. This teacher has forgotten who I am already? Her and her mother spoke to the home economics teacher two weeks ago. She had been the only fat girl who showed up at the orientation. It wasn’t like this was a large school. Last year, the high school yearbook showed that ten people graduated. It couldn't be that hard to remember anyone? She did recall the woman writing down her name on a tablet as well.

“Yes, ma’am.” Ronald used his respectful voice.

Mrs. Dort turned her attention to Cassandra. “Didn’t I meet you and your mother last week?”

“Yes.” She felt a little relieved that the teacher hadn't forgotten her afterall.

The woman tapped her chin. “Miss Berg? Right?”

“Yes. But you can call me Sassie.”

A quick smile flashed across the lady’s face and disappeared in an instant. “Not in my class.” Then she turned toward Ronald. “And what is your name, young man?”

“Ronald Fisher, ma’am.”

The teacher skimmed him from head to toe. “Make sure you mind your peas and q’s, Mr. Fisher.” She used a much sterner voice than with the rest of them.

Ronald curled up the left side of his mouth. “Yes, ma’am.” He stayed respectful.

“I will see all of you inside.” Mrs. Dort fiddled with her top button right at the pit of her throat. It appeared that her well-starched collar might choke her.

The teens nodded, and Mrs. Dort marched toward the double red doors.

“See you in a little bit, Mrs. Douche-bag,” Leanne stage-whispered through a giggle.

 

 

Shelly Arkon © 2015

 

 

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral, Chapter Three

The Morning of the 1st Day of High School

Cassandra turned on her bedside lamp, jumped out of bed before her alarm went off, and stretched her arms above her head. She spent the night watching her digital clock. Sleep evaded her from the excitement and the worry of starting a new school. A Southern Baptist one. She wasn’t sure what to expect since she and Ronald would be the only ones attending from her Lutheran school. They had left behind a group of kids they had known since kindergarten. They were like sisters and brothers.

She went to her closet and pulled out a white blouse, and a red and blue plaid skirt. It was the uniform for her new school. She never had to wear one before. At the Lutheran one, girls could wear pants, skirts, and dresses, but no shorts and no low cut shirts. Her only problem with her new apparel was how it would fit on her chunky body. Some of the neighborhood kids referred to as ‘the fatty’. She liked clothing that hid her pot belly, her large jiggly thighs and bottom. A tent would’ve been perfect to hide her flaws. But today she’d have to smooth out her flabby parts to fit into her new outfit.

Someone gently knocked on her bedroom door and cracked it open. Her dad popped in his dark, silver streaked head. “Just checking to see if you’re up.”

She nodded as she hung the ensemble on the closet door’s knob.

“Excited?” He said before bringing a white mug of steaming liquid to his thin lips.

“Nervous.” She stepped onto a scale next to her closet, and peered over her belly. The meter stopped at a hundred and eighty. Sixty more pounds to go.

“Ronnie will be with you so you’ll be okay.” Her dad’s voice was gentle and reassuring.

Cassandra felt thankful for that. But she worried what the other kids would think of her size. All one-hundred-eighty pounds of it.

 

Shelly Arkon © 2015

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