“Pick up your feet Bethany! Move that big butt of yours Meagan! Don't make me haul you into Principal Arnold's office again!” Yolanda Washington yelled at her students. “Come on! Move it! Five more laps around the gym!” The class groaned already worn out by Yolanda's intense regimen.
Yolanda Washington ran a tight shift; there would be no slackers in her gym class. This school was full of blubber and lard, and Yolanda would have no part of it. The 5 foot 8 inch, 36 year old woman was incredibly fit, every muscle perfectly honed beneath her taut ebony skin. Today, like most days at work, she revealed much of her beautiful dark skin; wearing tight fitting, spandex jogging shorts and top, her exposed flesh glistening with sweat.
She always worked out along side her students, taking every opportunity to stay trim. Today she hung around the back of the long line of jogging students, berating the overweight and less athletically gifted, making sure they kept up.
Finally, the class ended. “Alright! That's it, head to the locker rooms. Remember volleyballs tryouts after school on Friday!” Most of the students sighed with relief, the boys and girls walking to their perspective rooms. Yolanda followed the girls, where she would towel off and speak to her favorite students, hoping to recruit some for the girls' volleyball team. There was a persistent rumor that she enjoyed watching the girls dress, and while Yolanda did lean that way, it simply wasn't true, she could certainly control herself better than that!
“Hey, Michelle, you'll be there on Friday, right?” She asked one the most talented girls as she removed her gym clothes. “And you, Cassidy?”
“We'll be there, Ms. Washington. And we're gonna beat Union this year, too! I know it!” Michelle answered enthusiastically. Yolanda smiled. “That's the spirit! Keep it up and we'll take state.” Yolanda moved down the rows of lockers, chatting with her favorite pupils. At the last row she met one of her most preferred students and the school's track star, Kelsey Anderson.
“Ah, Kelsey, you'll show up Friday, won't you?” Yolanda smiled.
“Well, Ms. Washington, track wore me out this year, I-I don't know…” Kelsey mumbled as she stuffed her sweaty gym clothes into the locker. Suddenly Paige O'Conner spoke up.
“Kelsey's been real busy after school lately.” She said, with defiance in her voice. “College stuff, you know…” she added with a knowing smile. Yolanda frowned. She didn't particularly like the O'Conner girl, and didn't understand why Kelsey hung around the scrawny white girl. Kelsey had the potential to be quite popular, if she stuck with the right people.
“Hmm, maybe we should let Kelsey decide…” as Yolanda spoke, a reseal-able bag fell from Kelsey's locker before the girl could close it. Both Kelsey and Paige grabbed for it, but their teacher snatched it from their finger tips.
“Kelsey… What's this?” She demanded.
“It's… it's not what you think!” Kelsey stammered.
“It's just an herbal supplement,” Paige answered. “You know, ginseng, green tea, that sort of stuff.”
Yolanda examined the bag containing mysterious grassy green pills. They didn't look like anything she knew of, legal or illegal, but still…
“At any rate it doesn't belong on campus. I'll confiscate this, and if I find anything like this again, well, you won't like the consequences.” She explained.
“You can't do that! That's ours, you can't steal it!” Paige squealed, but her friend stopped her.
“Just relax, Paige, we shouldn't have brought them to school. I understand, Ms. Washington, but please, please, don't take any of those pills. Please!”
Yolanda looked dubious. “And just why not? As if I would anyway.”
“Just, please, don't.” Kelsey pleaded.
“Yeah, you wouldn't like ‘um…” Paige smirked. Yolanda frowned back.
“You'd better get going to your classes, young ladies. And remember what I said.”
Yolanda stamped back to her office; upset at how easily the feisty O'Conner girl irritated her. She would never let most students get away with contraband, but gave Kelsey. Certainly, if the bag had fallen from O'Conner's locker Yolanda would have turned her in immediately. She tossed the offending pills into a desk drawer, angrily grabbed a water bottle and waited for the next class to arrive.