Marla wasn’t sure if she heard correctly: the chant as the girls jumped double-dutch. If she had, though, she knew Sister Karen would be furious should the strains of the jumping chant reach her third floor classroom. A fan of double dutch, Marla walked closer under the pretense of watching; she was there to listen. Sure enough… I’d teach you, but I’d have to charge!

Marla gathered the girls around, “Seriously?” While she loved teaching at the school, the sexually charged cloud surrounding some students was scary. She prefered the dorkier kids who hadn’t discovered their hormones.

“We’re trying to stimulate the boys’ pituitary glands, Miss Ceccini,” Charline smiled at her favorite teacher.

“Come on, Charline. I’m thinking,‘My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they’re like, it’s better than yours,’ isn’t going to stimulate anything other than Sister Karen’s demerit passing out abilities,”

“They don’t notice us,” Corrina whined.

“And we look good!” another added.

“Girls, come on…”