Jenna was glad the school year was finally winding to a close. She yearned for a peaceful summer and hoped Trisha's parents would take her on a nice long vacation somewhere far, far away. The late afternoon sun shone brightly through her classroom window and warmed her desk. She sighed as she looked out the window and felt a little sleepy. One more period to go, and she could head home for the night. The day had been pretty quiet since Trisha had been off on a field trip and as much as she hated to admit it, she almost missed the mean little teen. There was something odd about having the freedom to do 'normal' things for a change. It felt strange. She felt strange.
Jenna shuddered when she recalled the events of the night before. When Trisha made her strip and walk down that dark, scary street, it frightened her. And then when those horrible teenage girls did what they did to her, "Oh!" she gasped. She never wanted to go back there again.