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Bullies of Madison High
Bullies of Madison High
Bullies of Madison High
Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: R.B. Publishing
Type: Fiction
Pages: 352
Copyright: March 2, 2016
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
A former Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader takes a job at a school in rural Ohio, where she encounters ruthless girl bullies and a lethal gang.
The school year is about to begin at Madison High School and new teacher, Debbie Preston, a former Dallas Cowboy's cheerleader, is getting ready to move to Ohio to teach English at the school. She's been out of her field a few years, working as a promotions manager for the Dallas Cowboys, and has some anxiety about teaching again. But Debbie's anxieties are not about to subside anytime soon at this rural high school, where a gang of girl bullies called "The Fiends" rule the school.
The Fiends are led by Alice Holmes, a huge teen girl who has recently waged an all-out war on some biker chicks who've been selling drugs at Madison the past year. Alice and some of her jock friends soon start targeting the biker women, unleashing some brutal consequences as they continue showing up at the school.
Debbie soon becomes entangled in this web of brutality as she flunks one of The Fiends and gets her kicked out of the school. Alice then starts planning how to get rid of Miss Preston as soon as she's taken care of all the biker chicks.
In a brutal fight for survival, Debbie must fend off several girl bullies using her Tae Bo and karate skills, then face the vicious Alice in a dangerous fight to the finish.
Excerpt
“Okay. Thank you.” The woman continued reading the list.
Claire looked out the window, then back at some of the kids. Everyone had new clothes—all the latest styles. She wore black gym shorts and an old white T-shirt. The right sleeve actually had a tiny hole in it. Perhaps a silverfish or moth had noshed on it recently. Claire owned several pairs of shorts, some sweat pants and a few pairs of stretch pants, but none was new.
“ . . . Whalen!” Still in a daze, she hadn’t heard her name called the first time around.
“Right here.” Claire raised her blubbery paw. The woman glanced at her, looked down at her list, then stared back at her—mouth agape and eyes goggled.
Claire knew the reaction well. She should’ve been working in the circus somewhere so she’d at least be making decent money as the prime spectacle. Her girth would be an asset for her in the circus.
“Oh . . . uh.” The woman coughed, placing her fingers on her sternum. “Excuse me . . . Claire, is it?”
“Yeah.”
“Where were you last week? You didn’t make it to my class at all.”
Claire had skipped English but had made it to the other classes. Fortunately, her father had gone to work early the past week. He didn’t know she had missed.
“I was . . . uhhhhhh . . . sick.” Several kids laughed. Debbie hushed them with a raised hand and speared Claire with a prolonged stare.
“Do you have an excuse from your doctor?”
Claire repositioned her massive body in the chair under the desktop. Her elephantine legs and gut made the desk look like kid’s furniture.
“No.” Claire looked at the woman. “Look, Miss Preston, or whatever your name is. I’ve been working late at night. I’m sorry I missed your class, but I was sick last week.”
The woman placed the roll call book on her desk, stood up and folded her arms. She then placed her hands on her hips.
“I’m sorry, Claire, but I’m going to have to send you to the principal’s office. Get your books and come up front please.” The woman waved her forward with her dainty little hand.
“Woooooo,” a bunch of kids sang.
Claire tried to stand but the desk was now attached to her ass. The kids howled and jeered.
With her face now an abashed carmine, Claire reached down and pulled the desk off her. It crashed against the floor right-side up just as she stood erect. Claire grabbed the back of her shorts to free them from her ass crack and trod forward.
The muscles in Claire’s neck tightened. She clenched her teeth and marched forward till she was three feet from her teacher. Her face suffused an even darker shade of red as she was both angry and embarrassed as hell.
The woman actually took a step back and rammed the backs of her legs against her desk. She teetered a second, then placed both palms behind her against the desk to steady herself. Her eyes widened as Claire—books crooked in her right hand—stared down at her.
Claire smirked as the teacher wrote something on a slip of paper and handed it to her.
“Take this note to the principal’s office right now. I want you to tell him the story you told me. Go on, right now.”
Claire grabbed the note from the women’s fingers. She glared at her for several seconds. The woman’s eyes goggled again. Her throat churned and then she looked away.
Claire left the classroom. But just
before she did, she glanced back at her teacher. The class was silent. The woman was watching her.
“So then, to what does The Fall of The House of Usher refer?’ ” said Debbie, voice quivering.
An attractive blonde cheerleader with a red shirt and white top raised her hand.
“Miss Roberts.”
“It’s a double entendre for both the destruction of the house and the end of the family lineage.”
“Excellent,” said Debbie. The bell rang. Students shuffled as they grabbed their books and stormed out. The football player who had poked fun of Claire dropped his books. He gathered them up, smiled at Debbie and strutted out.
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