Seven Deeds Ch. 01: The First Deed
Tonya stood naked in front of her mirror, her young body tan and tight, her tits perfectly round like they had been molded by the Porn Gods. Her crystal blue eyes traced the small blue veins that ran from the top of her tits to her nipples. Her long, blonde hair, tight with curls, rested on her creamy tan shoulders. She couldn't believe how much her body had changed in just a year. She was 18 now, a senior in high school and seemed to get the attention of every male with a pulse, even the school principal, Mr. Sharp.
Senior year had begun a bit bumpy for Tonya, her parents had seperated over the summer. Her best friend, Lenny, had moved to Kansas and, much to Tonya's dismay, she had been enrolled in all advanced classes. She knew she was smart, but these classes were a bit overwhelming.
Tonya found herself falling behind and lost in daydreams in most of her classes. Her thoughts drifted to her parents and Lenny, and how much her life had changed in just 3 short months. Occasionally, Mrs. Drisden, Tonya's teacher for most of her classes, would rip Tonya from her daydreams to ask her a question about the current lesson.
Tonya would reply with her usual stock answer, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Drisden, what was the question?"
Her teacher would merely shake her head and move on to the next student. Tonya didn't care though, she didn't even ask for these nerd classes, how did they expect her to go through 9 months of this? You'd have to be a rocket scientist to figure out the math alone. Tonya would often curse herself for doing so well on her SAT's. Finally, the bell would ring and allow the students to unwind for 3 short minutes before heading back into the trenches.
But, Tonya always looked forward to that last bell. It meant she was free for the day, free to think for herself and to go wherever her thoughts would take her. She would often spend her afternoons upstairs in her bedroom, most times with her headphones on jamming to some loud, screaming voice mixed in with drums and bass.
It was those times that she missed Lenny the most. They would often run to her house after school, turn the stereo up really loud and smoke a joint that Lenny had been able to steal from her older brother's bedroom. The two girls would get high and laugh about the nerds in school, or talk about the snobby girls that seemed to think the sun rose and set in their underwear. Those were the good times. Tonya began to think she'd never know that kind of enjoyment again.
The next day, Tonya entered the same dull, off-white classroom with the same dull people and the same dull teacher. She took her seat and slumped down in the chair, not wishing to speak to anyone at this point.
As usual, Mrs. Drisden would call on Tonya, hoping today would be the day she would have an answer for a question, any question. And, as usual, Tonya replied with, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Drisden, what was the question?"
"Tonya, I'd like to see you before you go to lunch," said the teacher smugly, as she turned to write the day's assignments on the chalkboard.
*Fuck, Tonya thought to herself, now what?*
The first half of the day seemed to pass like a year, but finally the lunch bell rang and Tonya made her way up to Mrs. Drisden's desk, "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, I did, Tonya," said the old woman, looking up from her grade book, "Dear, is everything alright? You seem to be having a very hard time adjusting to these advanced classes."
"Yeah, everything's cool," said Tonya, looking out the window.
"Well, all the same, I'd like for you to go down to Mr. Sharp's office, maybe he can work with you and get you into some classes that are more your speed," said Mrs. Drisden.
"Well, if you think that's best," said Tonya, walking out of the classroom and making her way to the principal's office.
"Go on in, Tonya, Mr. Sharp is expecting you," said the secretary.
Tonya managed to smile and made her way down the hall to Mr. Sharp's office, "Come on in, Tonya, close the door behind you and have a seat," he said, smiling.
Tonya closed the heavy door and took a seat across from the principal's desk, "Is something wrong, Mr. Sharp?"
He took a long look at the young girl, his eyes sparkling. He took in the beauty of her long, blonde hair, her deep, mysterious eyes, her tight, clinging blouse and her short, plaid skirt. He felt a stir in his pants, as he shifted in his large, leather chair.
"Mr. Sharp?" she asked again, nervously crossing her legs.
"Oh, I'm sorry, uhhhh, let's see," he said, taking out a piece of paper from his top desk drawer, "Ahhh, yes, here it is, I've had a complaint from Mrs. Drisden that you are struggling with your classes, is that correct?" he asked, trying to focus on the matter at hand.
"Well, Mr. Sharp, I know that I did rather well on my SAT's, but honestly these classes are beyond my knowledge, I can't even seem to concentrate, it's all Greek to me," she said, twirling a small curl of her blonde hair in her left hand.
"Well, give me a couple days and I'll see what I can do about placing you in some classes that aren't so Greek to you," he said smiling and placing the paper back in his desk drawer.
"Oh, that would be awesome, thanks alot, Mr. Sharp," she said, standing up and walking towards the door.
"Uhhh, Tonya?" he said, standing up behind his desk, "Don't go yet, there's something I would like to discuss with you."
Tonya got a puzzled look on her face, but took her seat anyway, again crossing her long, tan legs and twirling her tight blonde curls in her fingers.
"This is a bit awkward for me, Tonya, but I feel it needs to be said," he began, taking his seat again, as well, "This is off the record, but you are a very pretty young lady."
Tonya felt her cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment, "Mr. Sharp, I don't understand what this has to do with my classes."
