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Ms. Baker walked in the classroom, her high heels clicking on the worn wooden flooring. All twenty three of us were seated at our desks, facing the front of the room, looking mildly bored. In the front of the room, right next to the front door (that was shut) sat Mr. Harris, the history teacher. He was leaning back on his chair, looking at Ms. Baker with a somewhat angry expression on his face. "I have told all of you about it, Sarah. I told you and you didn't bother to listen. I told you that you had to have your hair straightened and now look at it."
Ms. Baker looked a bit surprised. She is a very beautiful African American woman in her early thirties. She has a nice athletic body and a very pretty face. She is very intelligent and she always manages to keep my attention in any class of hers that I have. She seemed a bit upset as she looked herself over. She had shoulder length hair with natural curls, but the curls were an obvious violation of the school dress code (that she seemed not to have remembered) and in fact was a violation of the school handbook, which she had apparently also forgotten. She looked back at Mr. Harris as if to remind him that she was the principle of the school and that she was not about to be talked to like that by the likes of him. To my surprise Mr. Harris seemed to realize that and instead of counter arguing, he just held up his hands in front of him as if to say, "I know you are the boss around here, but I am just saying..."
I was sitting in my desk towards the back of the room, in the very last row. Next to me sat my best friend, Toby. He had a huge grin on his face as the two of them continued to argue. He was leaning over to whisper something to me and being the nice guy I am, I whispered, "What's this all about?" He leaned closer and said, "Sarah was due for a haircut on Sunday. She has been putting it off because she was hoping to put it off until she could go to the naturist without getting noticed like when she was here last summer, so she could wear a short skirt again." I had to laugh at that. Sarah is a very independent, athletic person. From the time we were little kids, she was always mischievous and silly. In fact, it was Sarah who got me into wearing diapers when we were ten so that I could get out of trouble for wetting the bed.
When we were ten, Sarah was wanted by everybody. She had the cutest face and she was the cutest girl in the neighborhood. She was an only child and was spoiled rotten by her parents. She never had to walk on the street to school and I swear she must have been driven there in a chauffeured Cadillac. During the week she wore white tube socks that gapped open at the waist and sandals with no socks up to her calves and on Sunday, she dressed as if she was going to church and wore a yellow skirt that was about 5 inches shorter than an actual church skirt.
On top of that she would have her hair up in rollers so as to give it a nice shape. However we got out of trouble for that one on the pretext that we were playing dress up. Although, it was well known that the play was not actually a dress up. Sarah was a year older and she was never punished for anything. In fact she grounded me for being friends with some girl that was a year younger than me. I actually had to go live with my brother, because my mom wouldn't even allow Sarah to over for any reason. She would call up to the playground to my friend and embarrass me by what she would tell her. At any rate, the point that I am making is that Sarah is a very beautiful girl. I have always been a bit envious of her.
Sarah was a tomboy when we were kids. She would always be making trouble with me and other boys in our neighborhood. It was sometimes hard to convince her that she was truly a girl. When we were eleven she came to the neighborhood swimming party with her parents in her white bathing suit. She showed me her bikini and I couldn't believe it. To be honest, at first I thought that it was a boy's suit, but she pulled it all the way down and I saw it was a little string bikini. I was shocked to say the least. I had never seen a girl in one of those before.
I was thinking that she wouldn't dare wear that on the street in front of all her neighbors and their kids. I mean, they were so used to the fact that Sarah was a girl that they actually thought she was a boy. She went straight into the pool and then proceeded to get a tan. People were looking at her in her suit and just couldn't get over how cute she looked in it.
Then she had the nerve to actually take it off. I couldn't believe she took off her suit in front of everybody. She was teased a bit by some of the boys, but she put up with it. She did all sorts of things that I would have never done, like ride on the handle bars with a boy making like they were going fifty miles an hour.