Agatha Allbut & The Bimbo Squad Ch. 01: Prologue
Revised 4/2020
Β© 2012 Sal De Klerk All Rights Reserved
Edited by ElmerStudd
Authors Note:
This is a long story, containing 10 chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other.
The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77.
Warning:
The prologue contains NO adult content. It is strictly an intro to the characters and their relationships. If this isn't your kind of unsmut then please find another story.
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Agatha Allbut was a nerd. Not a hot nerd, like Willow or Velma, but a real, true to life NERD. She would have fit in with Lewis, Booger, and the rest of the Tri Lams if she had been alive in the eighties. She looked just like one would expect a girl with that name to look; 5'1", 95 pounds, measurements of 32A-26-31, long, mousy brown hair perpetually tied back in a ponytail, pale, oily skin, thick glasses and, of course, braces.
Junior High had been miserable for Agatha and high school had already proven to be worse. She was already self-conscious when her AP International Studies teacher announced a family lineage project. Agatha could only wish that the ground would open and swallow her whole, she was going to have to stand up in front of her classmates, tell them about her family history and the meaning of her name.
She was excited about this project until she got home and learned what her name meant. The name Agatha was derived from a Latin word that means "good". Her surname was Germanic in origin, originally spelled Albodo, which was a common name formed by combining two words: Adal, meaning "noble", and Bodo, meaning "messenger". Despite the meaning of her name, "Good and Noble Messenger'', Agatha knew what her classmates would think. Soon they would start calling her "Good, All-Butt". That was going to be her name as long as she lived in this one-horse town.
On the day of her presentation, she tried to feign illness, having researched symptoms that would let her stay home, but not require a trip to the doctor. Once her parents found her temperature was normal, she was sent off to school. Of course, the inevitable happened. As soon as 3rd period ended the gossip mill had spread her new nickname all over school. Though it took time, eventually most of her classmates moved on to other targets. As cruel as her classmates could be, none were as harsh or abusive as Bree and Pris, co-captains of the school's renowned Spirit Squad aka cheerleaders. They were the school's queen bitches, bottle-blonde alpha girls with fake tits and faker noses, as mean as they were popular.
At a pep rally, Agatha watched them thinking, 'They look like a bunch of bimbos.' From that day on she always called them the 'Bimbo Squad,' even referring to them that way, in an op-ed piece she sent to the school's newspaper, calling for disbanding the outdated practice. She was inordinately proud of her closing line, 'in short, the tradition of having young girls in short skirts gyrating like exotic dancers for the enjoyment of men old enough to be their fathers is not only demeaning to all women, it is an anachronism that ought to be beneath the dignity of male fans to whom this titillating eye candy is aimed.'
That letter didn't win her many friends and her time at school didn't get any easier. Fortunately, the final semester of her senior year had just started and she would soon be leaving Podunk and heading to Bryn Mawr, exactly 2,487.379 miles from her door to the main entrance of the campus.
Agatha was a math genius and a master of numbers. She could do calculations in her head that would baffle computers. She could estimate sizes and distances to within three decimal places.
Agatha ordered a yearbook, not sure why, because she only had one fond memory of her high school years, and it didn't even happen at school. Even that experience was tainted by the Bimbo Squad. It happened just before midterms.