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Amanda Carter wasn't just exceptionally beautiful, she could probably recite Emily Dickinson's poetry on demand. She taught creative writing and English at Addison High School, and was eye candy for the students. She was an athletic brunette who could have been fresh out of high school herself. She was probably masturbation material in the boy's minds late at night, maybe even a female or two. She gave out lots of homework, but the students had a hard time looking at her in a bad light.
Amanda hadn't went to the big college like she always hoped to attend. She ended up going to community college for her degree. By the time she'd graduated with her bachelors degree she decided to go into teaching. She was writing a Romeo and Juliet type novel with a twist of vampires and werewolves. When she was given the ninth and tenth grade literature job at the high school. She could see the market for her writing in that age group. Her mind was on the project as she used methods of teaching them for a probe into their interests.
Her husband Joel was behind her project all the way. He'd heard her ideas in length and liked her storyline. There was a science fiction romance to it that would probably appeal to teenagers and women under thirty. The plot was so deep there was a potential for serial novel to be made from it. She'd type four or five hundred words every night. Through the characters in her work she could live out scenarios she wished she'd been in. Not just romantically but, they could have the interesting life she hadn't got to live.
Amanda's parents were somewhat strict. she wasn't allowed to do some of the things the other girls were doing. Her best friend had lost her virginity in the ninth grade, Amanda didn't loose hers until her junior year. There were things she hadn't been able to get past. Regardless of how well she done, there were just somethings that went deeper than the surface would indicate.
The character in her book named Angel seems to be a lot like Amanda. There are barriers they've both encountered in life. There was a beautiful face that never seemed to have a look of happiness. The similarities went on from there, as anyone who knew her would say, she was Angel from her stories. She was living vicariously through the written word.
Amanda met her husband Joel in the last year of college. Soon after graduation the two of them were married. The engagement hadn't been long, one month after asking her Joel made her his wife. She was smart and beautiful, what was there not to love about that? Every last on of his friends at the wedding told him how beautiful she was. That included eighty-four year old Mr. Braxton from the apartment complex Joel once lived in. "I'll tell you something young man, you out kicked the coverage with this one." Everyone seemed to say things like that to him. Joel absolutely didn't need the other to tell him how beautiful Amanda was.

What none of the others knew was how amazing she was. They didn't know how she volunteered her time at the library. Amanda was the most driven person that Joel knew. That included Joel himself who was the son of a politician. There were lots of things that they didn't know about each other, in due time it would all come out. Joel really found it more interesting that way. It really wasn't where they came from, it was more about where they intended to go.
Amanda hadn't won any Ms. America contests but, she could have give anyone who did a run for their money. Joel wasn't a bad looking guy. There was a level of confidence he had in himself that made his seem strong. His athletic build gave credence to his personality. It wasn't an arrogant type of confidence, he was what people like to refer to as a man's-man.

Amanda had been writing stories since she was fourteen. That was also about the time she was molested by her uncle. Although he never penetrated her, she was forced to give him oral sex. Amanda believed him when he told her, "Say a word of this to anyone... and I'll kill you and your whole family." She knew he'd done some time on an attempted murder charge. She didn't want to try him.
None of her boyfriends could ever say she'd given them a blow job, her husband of four years has only had it twice. Amanda didn't ever tell them why. It reminded her of going down on him. She just told the guys she thought it was nasty. It was a dark moment in her life, one she agreed long ago to forget. The fact that he was arrested shortly after helped. He'd raped and killed four other little girls. It was easier to forget when he was locked away for the rest of his life.
Sometimes Amanda wished he'd have killed her too. She didn't know why there was a level of guilt associated to them. There always had been and, she was pretty sure there always would be. There was nothing keeping her from sharing her feelings about the other four girls. Amanda had always said, "He got what he deserved. I hate that man and hope he dies in prison." Her dad might have wanted to get on to her for speaking that way of her uncle. There was never anything said to her about her feelings. Her words were true, her uncle was a sick and perverted individual.

2

At Addison High School they got behind their teams. The football team routinely went deep into the state playoffs as did the basketball team. The baseball team made a deep run in but, were eliminated before making the final eight teams. There had been rumors that athletes were getting grades they didn't earn. I'm not so sure that was ever going on. I'm also not saying it's impossible either.
When Jamar Sheldon was in the eighth grade he only played basketball. Teddy Golden was the football coach and, saw him for the first time in 2001 during a middle school basketball game. Jamar could drive the lane with power, he'd go right over the other players slamming the basketball. He played above the level of the competition. The boy could probably have won a spot on the high school team.
Jamar knew he was better than half of the high school team. He'd beaten some of those guys so many times on the playground they knew he was better. When there was a pickup game, Jamar's name was always the first one called. Most of those kids couldn't ever touch the rim, never mind being able to slam dunk like Jamar. The bigger kids had to respect the younger boy's talent. When he said things about going to the University of North Carolina, the other kids didn't doubt him being able to.
When Jamar was a freshman in high school he was introduced to football. Coach Golden got the young player on the field every way he could, Freshman football, JV football, and he dressed with the varsity on Friday nights. He played corner back when he first started. The coaches were simply trying to use Jamar's athletic ability. His mother Sherry didn't want him playing football. His dad Walter talked her into letting him do it. He debated quitting the team because he knew his mother didn't like the idea of him playing.
She attended the junior varsity game, "Momma, you come see me play and if it looks dangerous I'll only play basketball." She found that to be fair. She didn't really think he'd quit. Sherry still went to the game thinking it would be her last. Jamar hadn't said anything about his deal with Sherry to coach Golden. If he had the coach he might not have decided to use him as a running back. Besides the quarterback the running back takes more hits than anyone.
West Morgan was a real good team. It's only speculation but, I think the coach was trying Jamar out at running back out of desperation. When his number was called he went out there to run the ball. He told himself inside, "Make them miss tackles, she's sitting up there watching." When the ball was pitched to him on the first play he went sixty-eight yards untouched to the end zone.
The ball wasn't passed all night. Jamar looked like a man among boys, cutting, slashing and, basically out running the competition. It was his elusiveness that stood out like a sore thumb. He would break away from his block, almost get tackled, then create something on the fly making them miss. Coach Golden knew he had something there. His running ability rivaled that of Lionel Jones, the senior running back on the varsity team.
There were some shocked faces when Addison beat West Morgan 55-10. Jamar Sheldon was the player of the night. Golden knew he needed to teach Jamar the offense. The kid had game changing talent that needed to be utilized. Sherry didn't think the game was so violent after all. She didn't intend on asking her son the quit.
Jamar was breaking boundaries set on the football field but, he'd been breaking boundaries off it for awhile. With a white mother and a black father he wasn't like anyone else in the entire school. He never looked at it as being different, the same way he thought another kid could play football like him. Living in a town that was racially divided by a highway others didn't know what to make of him. Addison wasn't a racist town but, like many small southern towns different races lived in a certain area. In Addison everyone seemed to know where they came from and, they knew where they were going end up.

Coach Golden sat Jamar down and explained a few things to him. "Jamar you are a charismatic young man who happens to be an incredible athlete to boot. There will come a time in future son, when you're gonna feel like a big fish in a small pond. It might not be this year, heck it might not be next year but, you can bet by your junior or senior year... Those feelings will creep into your thoughts. Remember what I'm telling you right now, stay grounded."
Jamar had an open mind. It had never crossed his mind that things were going to get bigger for him in the future. He never thought of himself as a two sport superstar high school athlete. In his mind he was only playing games he enjoyed taking part in. There was some trash talking on the playground basketball court but, he only did that because everyone else did that on the playground too. There was a modesty about Jamar that didn't seem to fit who he was.

3

Addison had always been a high school with a rich sports history. It was the perfect school for a new teacher like Amanda Carter to begin her teaching career in. The rich history of twenty plus year teachers at the school showed stability among the staff. Ray Ross the principal of the school had been there for two decades. He'd openly admit it was the best school he'd worked at in his forty years. He'd wear the black and blue school colors as proudly as anyone.
Principal Ross had seen everything in his administrative career. He'd seen the good students, he'd seen the bad ones too. There had been the good teachers, and there had been the unsuccessful ones. He could recall the good school years, just as he could tell you about the bad times at Addison. The facts were he'd managed every situation with a helping hand from Christ. His faith gave him the strength to make the important decisions that had to be made.
Being a member of the school board for the county Ray Ross had expectations for the level of education the children received. He was a strong believer in the no child left behind act. Education in America was important to him. There might not have been a more dedicated man in the county. Every month there was a book sale in the library. Having books at the children's finger tips was the idea behind it. He had his hand in the after school math teams and, the debate team among others. No child was going to be left behind in his school.
An independent survey done to evaluate the level of the curriculum, almost two-thousand schools were recognized as being the school of the future. Addison ranked in the upper half of all the schools. The work the students were doing was preparing them for college level academics. The school has continuously exceeded expectations despite the schools age. The school was built in 1923, before that classes were held in a house that's no longer standing. There had been a ethical standard that had been with the school. Ross wanted nothing more than to keep that reputation and school spirit alive.

The year of 2003 wasn't going to be like all the other years. It promised to bring on issues that would test the school's backbone. It would test the driven principal Ross and all his beliefs. The students would learn more than what was on next weeks test.
Jamar had seen a little time on the varsity team as a freshman. In his second year of high school football he was going to play a significant roll on the team. Everyone knew 'Big Jamar' before he ever got into high school. He was basketball sensation during his middle school years.
Jamar was on of the easiest guys to get along with. He'd always stood out from grade school. A big kid like him always does. When your a foot taller than the others in elementary school your odd. Also the fact he was mixed both black and white made him even more different. Some of the students thought he was a Mexican. Which would have had him the only kid of Spanish decent in the school.
Micheal Nixon was Jamar's best friend, always had been since the first grade. The kids would ask Jamar, "Why do you hang out with that retard?" Jamar knew good and damn well Mike wasn't mentally retarded. Different sure but, most definitely not retarded. The truth was Micheal or, Mike was much smarter than his grades indicated. He got by with a B-C average but, clearly had the ability to be an honor roll student.
Mike would be the first one to tell a bad joke, "What do you call a blond with her clothes on? Done." Sure the jokes were corny but, Jamar enjoyed his company. The two of them would spend the night with each other during the summer break. It was Mike who exposed Jamar his first skin magazine. The two boys would ride to the creek to go swimming, or build tree houses with tools they didn't have permission to use. They could even be found at the local recreation center shooting hoops or, throwing the baseball around. Jamar was popular and Mike was popular for being unpopular.
While Jamar was on the brink of becoming a legendary football and basketball player, Micheal was trying to find his thing. He was opposite from his best friend in more ways than one but, starting with athletic ability. Mike was not athletic in any kind of way. He liked sports but had no desire to try to play one. He'd thought about the band, however he didn't think he would like that either. He wished that there was a class for having sex with hot girls. That's what he thought about most of the time. Not that any female would give him the time of day. Tina Black wouldn't even give Mike any play time and she was the school's whore.
The school had a few girls who weren't playing hard to get. There was the other half that had it closed up and locked tight. Mike could see the deception with the females. He might not have been banging any of them, still he could see the way the different girls worked it. He had his code written in his notebook. In the tenth grade he copied it on the reproduction page in his biology book.
Mike's Pussy Code:
1-A This female isn't coming off of it - Too tight
2-B This female might give it up if conditions are right - Good Girls
3-C This female likes to party, liquor gets you fucked - Party Players
4-D The female that usually has a body but, not good looking - Friends only Fuck
5-E That one tough bitch dudes are afraid of, she'll force fuck you - Ball Breaker
6-F She's cool but, doesn't have big tits and, probably knows little about sex - Virgin
7-G This chick will fuck you, then your friend, then his friend too - Slummy Slut

Things like that code made Jamar like him. He was a little over the edge of craziness at all times. He asked Jamar on their way too school one morning, "Do you think we'll lose the virgin tag this year?" Jamar was laughing on the inside. He never knew Mike thought he was still a virgin. "What do you mean we? I've had pussy before." Mike's face wore a shocked look, "You've bagged one, how does one friend not say something to other about that?"
"I didn't think it was that important." Jamar said with humility.
"Fuck yeah it's important, who was she?" The shock hadn't worn off Mike's face.
"She was my cousin's friend, you don't know her." The look suddenly changed on Mike's face. "Well then it don't count. You gotta bang a chick from school for it to mean anything." Mike set the rules as if there was something similar to his code about sex ratio. Jamar thought he was hilarious.

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