[THIS IS A TICKLE-BASED STORY, IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ IT, DON'T.]
Janice was a freshmen in high school. She wore dark clothing most of the time, nothing too vibrant, and had black hair and an average height for her age. She also had pale skin and blue eyes which was fairly noticeable due to her clothing choice.
Being her first day of school she was an easy target for bullying and her quiet personality type would prove even more contributing to this fact.
As she walked to school in the morning, Janice saw the metal gate open (it was an outdoorsy type of school). She looked around and saw all the other hundreds of students walking in. All of them giggling and talking, causing the whole campus to rumble with loud murmurs and chatter.
Deciding she wants to get away from all of the talk and gossiping, she goes towards the back of one of the school buildings, which read on top of it “ENGLISH”. As she walked closer to the back of the building, she heard what sounded like uncomfortable laughing. Janice decided to investigate and finally came upon three girls; two of them pinning a girl to the wall, and poking at her sides. Janice was confused, the girl seemed to be being tickled, and it looked as though she wasn't enjoying it. This was not what confused her though, it was really the tickling that confused her. What kind of bullies tickle?
As Janice watched in curiosity, she observed the ticklers, one was a blonde, who had tanned skin, and wore a skirt and t-shirt. The other was more of the opposite. She had black jeans and a leather jacket, with blue-dyed hair. The blonde was poking the girl's sides, while holding her arm against the wall, and the blue-haired girl was skittering her fingers over her belly.
"HAHAHAP-pleasehehehe, I didn't do anything to deHAHA-serve this!" The girl pleaded with them, but to no avail, as they just poked and prodded her sides and tummy, enjoying the the girls uncontrollable laughs.
As Janice stared, mesmerized, the blonde tickler noticed Janice watching from around the corner.
“Hey! What are you looking at!” She yelled over to Janice, glaring at her.
Frozen, Janice’s train of thought went blank and she didn't know what to say. The first thing that came to her was to run, as she saw the tickler begin walking towards her.
Janice heard her say something, but she was unable to make it out. Eventually she heard their voices fading away, as she ran all the way to the math building. She stood against the wall of the building, panting, when she heard the bell ring. Then Janice remembered her first class; math.
She looked up at the building and sighed with relief, as she walked into her class. It was like any other class room, medium sized, probably fit around 20-30 students.
After 5 minutes, the classroom had filled up and Janice had taken her spot in a desk near the back of the room. She observed the room and spotted the same people who had been tickling the girl at the English building.
They looked over at Janice’s direction, as she quickly turned her head the other way, hoping they hadn’t recognized her face from before. Janice then looked back and saw them taking their seats. It seemed they had not recognized her, or so she thought.
That class went by fairly quickly… and boringly. As the bell rung, Janice rose from her seat slowly, and began her way to the door. As she got outside, she was confronted by the same two girls she had seen before. They pulled her around a corner, with sadistic looks on their faces.
“Hey, this is the girl that saw us, isn’t it?” The blonde girl of the duo said, looking to her friend.
“Yeah, I think she saw us having a little ‘fun’ with our, um, 'friend'.” She replied.
Janice, obviously wouldn’t be able to escape the bullies, so she tried to reason with them, “Look, I don’t want any trouble, I won’t tell anyone…”
“Oh, we’ll make sure you won’t.” The blonde replied, as both girls grabbed Janice’s arms and held them against the wall with one hand. Both then began to poke her sides, causing bursts of laughter to come out of Janice.
“Hehehe s-stop! Please, I’m-hehehe not-haha ticklish!”
“Then you won’t mind if we do this.” The other girl said, as she began lightly scratching her tummy.
“I think we’ve found a soft spot.” She said, as both looked at each other, then back to Janice, right before they used their fingers to spider their way along her helplessly ticklish belly.
As Janice felt their fingers explore her midsection, she began turning red, feeling the embarrassment of dwindling to a giggling mess, all from a few tickles.
This went on for about five minutes, until the next bell rang for the next class, and they stopped tickling Janice, who was now left panting against the wall, exhausted from a few minutes under the bullies fingers.
“You’re one of our most ticklish victims yet… perhaps we’ll pay you another visit, to make sure you won’t tell anyone.” The blonde girl said, smirking at Janice, who was too tired to say anything in return. Then two girls left for their next class.
"What a way to begin my first day of school." Janice thought to herself, as she let out a sigh of relief.