Sandy Schmitt is an imposing 18 year old girl (6'3" and 260 pounds) who attends Roosevelt High. I've had her in my English class and am quite impressed with the girls strapping stature.
While Sandy is a good student and excels in sports (Volleyball, softball, shot put) she has been known to have emotional issues. Her father is an alcoholic and her mother has spent some time in the mental ward of a local hospital. I had never heard of Sandy getting into any fights before, and I imagined she could handle herself in most situations. But just this past winter she caught a twenty-seven year old biker chick trying to sell some drugs to her younger sister at a sporting event and nearly lost it.
The back door to the girls locker room was open and Sandy had just taken a break between volleyball games to hit the locker room. When she saw the brunette biker chick trying to complete a drug deal with her sister she went ballistic.
"Hey, you cxnt!" she shouted. The biker chick was only about 5'5" and 115 pounds fully dressed. She took one look at the imposing Sandy and took off running just after stuffing some bills down the back pocket of her blue jeans.
The woman ran through the softball field and made her way to the boys football field. She had to hop a fence and cut through it--fifty yards of snow-impacted terrain with a giant girl chasing her from twenty-five yards away and closing in fast.
The biker chick made it to the fence on the other side of the field just as Sandy hopped the fence on the fly. The woman had looked back a few times as she ran in an almost sissy-like fashion, gasping for breath. She was obviously not a girl jock like Sandy and I feared that if Sandy caught her she'd pound her into oblivion.
Sandy crossed the field in a hurry. The woman was winded. She scooted down the incline as Sandy made her way over the second fence.
"I'm gonna get you, little bitch," she shouted. And Sandy had some volume to her voice which really fazed the woman. She was scared to death.
The woman fell to her ass and scooted down the hill on the seat of her jeans. Sandy made it to the hill and did likewise. The girl was only thirty feet away now and looking for a way to catch and pounce on the woman.
The biker chick slipped on a rock and fell onto her stomach. She got to her feet just as Sandy used her long gait to hop over a small creek. Just as the woman looked back Sandy plowed forward, grabbed hold of the woman's coat and took her to the ground.
The woman tried to kick Sandy with her boots but Sandy caught one of her legs, scooted closer on her knees and dove on top of the slender biker chick. It was pretty much downhill for the biker slut after that.
Sandy straddled the woman, pinning her beneath her massive weight. She then curled her right fist, hiked it back and punched the biker chick in the mouth. A second punch followed the first one immediately and the biker chick's mouth was soon a bloody mess.
"Stop . . . please stop," the woman pleaded, extending her dainty hands out, but Sandy continued to hammer her with punches--to the mouth, right eye, ear when she turned her head, and across the jaw. Finally a haymaker burst the biker chick's nose open like a cherry and her face was covered with blood.
Sandy got to her feet and pulled the biker chick up with her. She delivered a back hand across the woman's face which spun her around and knocked her to her stomach. The biker chick tried to push herself up in the snow but Sandy stomped down on her ass and leveled the woman.
"Next time you come around here pushing your damn drugs you won't be walking out of here, you hear me cxnt!"
The woman emitted a squeaky little acquiescence which was a drastic contrast to Sandy's powerful, sonorous voice. Sandy picked the woman up by the coat and legs of her jeans and threw her forward toward a tree. The woman's head hit it the trunk squarely about three feet from the ground and her neck buckled. She landed on her stomach with her arms outstretched in front of her. Sandy walked over and stepped on one of her hands.
The woman screamed just after she heard several bones in her hands crunch under the girl's ponderous weight. The woman rolled to her back in agony cradling her hand. She tried to sit up but Sandy punt-kicked her in the face and knocked her on her back. The woman just lay their spread-eagled and unconscious.
"Skinny little slut. I should just finish you off so you never sell drugs to any kids again. But I'll let you go, you pathetic little piece of shit." With that Sandy reached down, vehemently shoved her back onto her stomach, grabbed the money from the back pocket of the woman's tight jeans and put it in her pocket. She stomped on the woman's ass before ascending the hill, leaving the helpless biker chick to fare for herself in the cold.
Sandy got into trouble but was not suspended. The woman sued the school but lost the case just as she had lost the fight. Sandy had her by the ovaries anyway as the woman was selling drugs on school property.
The drug selling incidences are starting to diminish at the school. Several biker chick have gotten their asses kicked by Roosevelt's biggest and baddest. The word is out and I think the biker sluts are getting too afraid to come here. That's good news for our school. The poor women are inevitably faced with the unenviable task of facing the biker's wrath or going to the high school to make money for them. Who knows what they face on the other end but they're finding out that getting beat up by a big, fat high school girl is probably just as bad. The girls here are ruthless and enough biker chick blood has been shed on school property.
Word has it that Sandy dares any biker chick to ever show up at the school again. She will literally tear any biker chick from limb to limb if they do.
