GILLIAN PART ONE

James was driving to school. It was the first day, he
hated school very much, he hated getting up in seven
in the morning and getting dressed and getting
something to eat and going outside and cranking up his
rusty 89 dodge diplomat.  But it gets worse he was the
guy that everyone picked on, they called him a freak
and a member of the trench coat mafia, just because of
a article of clothing.
  After four try s he finally got his old barge going
and out on the street then he hissed away leaving a
trail of blue smoke in his wake.  He took out a pack
of cigarettes that he left in the glove box and calmed
his nerves. He went through the drive through of the
local donut shop and got a large coffee with eight
sugars and speed of towards school.
  Behind James was this huge Ford Bronco  that seemed
to be following him, James was very paranoid about
being followed so he turned off the street into a
drive way. The truck sped off.
  When he got to school he saw the same bronco that he
thought was following him earlier. 
  BOOM! Was the next thing that he heard, he was soo
distracted that he went up on the curb and ripped off
the back rusty chrome bumper then the old gas guzzling
Dodge died.  He couldn't belive what happened, he was
soo embarrassed, everyone was gathering around him and
laughing and pointing.
  But out of the crowd of credulity he had seen a
face, a face that he had never seen before. James
though to himself that this face was the most
beautiful face that he had ever seen before. Then the
face dissapeared.
  "Way to go you trench coat mafia piece of shit!",
said one of the jocks.  James got out and slammed the
door shut and walked up to the guy, then James just
starred at the jock not moving a muscle then "poof!",
was the reward for standing up for himself.  He got
punched in the stomach and doubled-up and fell to the
pavement. His vision was blurry but once again he saw
that face, the face didn't look so angelic anymore.
The face was angary, angary about what? She couldn't
be angary at the jock that punched James, right?
 James heard a thud and the jock that punched him was
on the ground beside him with a broken, bloodily nose
and a daze in his eyes, thier was also a fear in his
eyes and a shadow appeared. Before James knew it he
was on his feet. It was her, it was the the face that
James was staring at before.
  James was 6'2 and this girl must have been the same
height as him. Then his eyes wandered down to her
shoulders, they were the widest shoulders that he had
ever seen. He looked at her arms they were huge they
must have been eighteen inches easily but her breasts
were amazing they must have stuck out about six or
seven inches. Then he took a look down at her legs,
her quads must have been thirty-five inches if not
more.  Then this teenage amazon goddess spoke in a
light female voice, "Hi, I'm Gillian".