WARNING: Minors involved in this story. Please do not continue if this bothers you.
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Chapter
13
This couldn’t be happening! The six classmates of mine that I had spotted
earlier at a table across the Food Court had finished their meals. As they were
picking up their trash to head out, I saw one of the guys pointing right at me
with a surprised look on his face! Soon
all the others were mesmerized by the site of a poor invalid girl sitting in a
wheelbarrow covered with two paper napkins! “Please don’t come over, PLEASE!” I
begged under my breath. “There’s nothing to see here. Just go about your
business. PLEASE, just go on about your business . . . DAMN IT . . . They’re
coming this way!”
In a matter of seconds the group was scurrying
over to my table. “Hanna? Is that you?!” Becky called out giggling. “What on
earth . . .?”
“You look like
. . . oh Hell, I don’t know WHAT you look like,” Jimmy mocked. “What are
you trying to pull anyway?”
Susan whispered something to Becky and then said
giggling, “You DO realize you’re like almost naked in the mall, right? Aren’t
you afraid of what people might think or that you’re going to get into trouble?
”
There’s nothing more humiliating than being
laughed at by your peers. A person can stand tall and deal with a lot of
adverse things in life but being laughed at is the absolute pits.
“Oh this is too rich? I’ve GOT to get a
picture.” Carl quipped as he pulled out his smart phone.
“Don’t you even THINK about it, buster!” I
yelled menacingly. “I’m hurt, Okay? Isn’t that obvious? I fractured several
bones and got hurt really bad and to top it all off I just had a little
accident here in the mall. It’s not funny. It’s not funny at all. Can’t you cut
me some slack for once?” I kept looking around for Donna but my classmates were
blocking my view. Where in the hell is she? Why is she taking so long? I
wondered. I needed her to come to my rescue. Donna may be a lot of things but
one thing she is good at is thinking on her feet. If she were here she
certainly would protect me.
“Yeah, I can see that you’re hurt,” Becky said
still giggling, “But you’re . . . like Susan said . . . pretty much NAKED, well
almost naked! And what’s up with the stupid wheelbarrow, anyway?”
“It’s a long story. Some friends brought me here
to cheer me up and, well I can’t walk so this is what they came up with so I
could get around. If any of you has a better idea I’d like to hear it.”
“You mean, like, you should have stayed at
home?” Jimmy suggested sarcastically.
“You were brought here by some friends, huh?
Where are these ‘friends’ anyway? I don’t see anybody. You know what I think? I
think you’re just a slutty showoff, that’s what I think. I’ll bet your getting
off on all this, aren’t you?” Becky said laughing snidely.
I was about to really tear into Becky when a man
hurried by my table as if he was late for something important and the breeze he
created as he walked by blew the napkin that covered my chest clean off my body
and onto the floor. I watched in shock as it tumbled along the tiles behind the
man as he scurried away.
“OH MY GAWD,” Becky squealed. “She has no tits!
They’re just puffy-looking bumps with nipples!”
EVERYONE laughed at her comment, even some strangers that were still
eating at a nearby table.
My heart was practically pounding out of my
chest. I was topless and everyone in the group was laughing hysterically! I
wanted to just curl up into a ball and die. My chest was now exposed to SIX
people that I went to school with. My secret was no longer a secret. Yes, I
often used a padded bra and YES I wasn’t proud of it, but up to now I didn’t
think anyone else knew about it or knew how self-conscious I was about my body. “Would one of you PLEASE get me another
napkin?” I snapped angrily.
“You don’t need to feel embarrassed, Hanna. I
think you’re rather cute,” Mike said sincerely. “I really do. It was an
accident that your napkin flew off. There’s no reason for them to laugh at you.
You have a beautiful body. Not everyone can have a body like a movie star you
know. Be happy with what you’ve got.”
Though he may have been trying to make me feel
better, his comment only made me all the angrier knowing that he was studying
my body, realized that it was less than perfect and was trying to get me to
accept that fact. “GET ME SOMETHING TO COVER WITH!” I snapped growing impatient
as these classmates seemed intent on just letting me stay uncovered as they
made fun of my body.
“All right, all right, keep your shirt on,” Mike
said as he went over to the dispenser to pull another napkin out for me. “I was
only trying to help.”
“I think we should leave her like this.” Becky
teased. “It’s less conspicuous than those silly napkins. After all, she looks
like a little kid so I doubt that anyone will complain.”
“STOP IT!” I screamed. “You’ve had your fun.
Just leave me alone!”
“Fine . . . if that’s what you want, we’ll be
glad to oblige. You don’t have to get all high and mighty about it.” With that
they all left, giggling as they departed as if it was all one big joke to them.
They appeared to be all of one mind knowing that I was helpless and exposed and
thought it would be funny if they left me that way.
“NO wait!” I exclaimed in a panic, “Don’t
leave!”
Becky turned around and I felt relieved as I
thought she was coming back to cover me but instead I saw her raise her phone
and take a picture of me. “See you in school,” she snickered and walked off
with the others.
After they had disappeared, I saw Donna making
her way towards me. “What was that all about? Who were those people?” she asked
with a smile as she grabbed another napkin to toss over my chest. I didn’t
answer her as I was pissed. I just wanted to sulk. Besides I was convinced she
wasn’t really concerned at all but rather only wanted to hear all the salacious
details of my embarrassing encounter with our peers so she could relish them in
her twisted mind.
“I wonder what’s keeping that woman?” she
finally asked as she looked around. “She had plenty of time to dry that gown.”
I began to get a bad feeling shooting up my
spine. She was right. Where WAS that woman? She seemed so nice. She certainly
didn’t seem the type to just run off with my gown. Still, Donna had a point.
She had plenty of time to dry it off and return it to me. Something must have
happened. I just couldn’t be stranded at the mall without any clothes. I just
couldn’t! The thought was too unbearable to think about. The worried look on
Donna’s face wasn’t helping matters either. The all-confident Donna didn’t seem
so confident now and that scared the crap out of me. I needed my rock to cling to. If SHE was
getting worried I was in real trouble!
“Maybe . . .”
“Maybe what?” I asked nervously.
“Maybe I should go and try to find her. Perhaps
it’s just taking her longer to dry that thing with the hand drier in the ladies
room than she thought.”
“Oh no, you’re not leaving me alone like this
again. I’m going with you.”
Without arguing, Donna picked up the handles of
my wheelbarrow and began to push it towards the corridor off the Food Court
where the restrooms were located. No sooner had she started walking my napkin
blew off again just like it had before leaving me topless once again. Donna
immediately set the wheelbarrow down and ran off to pick up my napkin and
replaced it. As soon as I was covered she resumed walking only this time at a
much slower pace. Unfortunately the same thing happened once more despite all of her caution. “This
isn’t going to work.” She sighed in exasperation.
She let out a deep sigh as she earnestly looked
around the Food Court trying to find that woman, but it was of no use. She
wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I thought of a dozen reasons that this person could
have been delayed but none of them were good. I felt another panic attack
brewing deep within my being. I was frightfully close to losing it when Donna
snapped her fingers, “I’ve got it!” she said with an air of that old confidence
that was her trademark. She had me lift my butt up a few inches as she grabbed
the pillow out from under me that I had been sitting on. “This will keep your
top covered at least,” she said as she placed the small couch pillow on my
chest. The pillow was heavier than the paper napkin so it stayed in place as
she lifted the wheelbarrow once more and began walking. The small square plush
pillow did indeed cover my boobs and the napkin that I desperately clutched
between my legs hid the essentials down below. It wasn’t the perfect fix but it
worked and I was grateful. I only hoped it wasn’t a permanent solution and that
we would soon find that lady and my gown. I never would have thought that I
would miss something that only moments before I had thought was hideous and
juvenile. Now I would have given anything just to get it back.
To make matters worse, as we made our way
towards the restroom corridor, I became aware that my frantic and forceful
clutching of the napkin between my tightly closed legs to keep it in place
resulted in it scrunching up into a tube-like wad so that it hardly covered any
of my lower pelvic area. True, my vagina was adequately hidden by the paper
napkin, but my pubic area, which once had boasted my proud little bush, was now
basically completely uncovered. Instead a small, thin tube of paper, much like
a cigarette would look if it was shoved into the cleft of my vulva, was
pointing skyward as if it were a little erect penis. It looked really stupid! I
dared not move my thighs however as I was afraid I’d lose even this little
piece of covering. As stupid as it looked it made me feel at least a little
more secure.
Donna parked me in the corridor next to the
“women’s” restroom. “Wait here, I’ll be right back . . . and try not to get
into any trouble while I’m gone, will you?” I just gave her a dirty look which
only made her laugh as she disappeared into the ladies room.
People were passing me by, both men and women,
as they made their way into their respective lavatories. The looks I got ranged
from pity to confusion to downright playful. Mercifully no one said a word. I
wouldn’t have known how to respond if they had. I just sat there in my stupid
wheelbarrow and tried to make myself invisible – which is a hard thing to do
when people are gawking at you.
A few moments later I saw Donna emerge from the
Ladies room with a faraway look in her eyes. “She’s not there,” she finally
confessed as if she was having a hard time believing it herself. “She’s really
not there.”
“Maybe she went into another restroom someplace
else,” I suggested hopefully.
“No, this is the one I saw her go into. I
watched her myself. I KNOW this is where she went. Oh Hanna, I’m so sorry.”
“What the hell am I going to do now?”
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