Olympic-Dames

Morning. Caitlyn squinted her eyes against the light coming in through her blinds. A Saturday, no school, and from the sounds of it, or lack of sounds, it didn't seem her parents were home. She mulled over the idea of just staying in bed and being lazy when she felt a sharp pain under her ribs. She inhaled sharply, peek one eye cautiously open. "Oh...so you're still there..." Her sheets billowed up roundly over her middle. There was a flutter along her side as she sighed. "And you too..." Every morning she thought she was going to wake up with her regular form and laugh about the crazy dream, but the wait pressing down on her middle was un...

This was just an exercise in writing. It's not meant to be canon.Danielle had never been the type of person to approach others. She seemed content with watching the events of her world from the outside.  Everything about her cried 'don't look at me' from her posture to her clothes and hair style.Currently she was planning her escape from the gym's bathrooms. The last one to change and the last one to exit, she hoped no one would look her way as she darted onto the hardwood floored basketball court.  Luckily for her when they ordered their uniforms at the beginning of the year she requested a uniform that was far too large.  Now it strained...