Jeannie was terrified. She was a senior in high school in the girl's locker room with the boy's basketball game going on upstairs. She was wearing a raincoat, flip-flops and a Halloween mask. That was it. She was completely naked under the coat. Not even any jewelry. The mask was a loosely fitting werewolf mask, fitting like a hood over her whole head, with eyeholes, small holes around the nose and mouth. It was mostly rubber, with some fake fur decoration and a cloth lining inside. It was hot, but she was glad she had it on.
The plan was what terrified her. She was to go upstairs with her friend, Sally. At the top of the steps outside the door to the game she would wait for a time-out, leave the coat and flip-flops with Sally and streak the game wearing only the mask. She would run to the door catty-corner from the locker room door, where her other friend Jane would be waiting outside that door. They would then run down the steps, out the door, into a car waiting just outside the door that another friend, Sarah, would be waiting in with the engine running. Off they would go, no problems at all. No one would know who the naked runner was.
Sure, thought Jeannie. There were a thousand things that could go wrong. Sally reassured her. "Everything's worked out. Nothing will go wrong. Remember, we're your best friends and we will have to do the same sort of thing, so we will make sure your thing goes well."
This was a mess.
The friends had agreed that they would each do something brazen. They had each written a scenario and put them into a hat. They drew the scenario first, then put their names in and picked a name. Jeannie knew there was a chance she would be picked first, but after smoking a little pot and staying up a little late and talking about some boys they knew, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. It seemed like a colossal mistake right now.
It was actually more of a mess than Jeannie knew. For Jeannie, that is.
What she did not know was that it was all a setup. The other girls were mad at her. They were high school girls, so who knows why. They had come up with the idea, broached it when Jeannie was in a weakened state and counted on her being less than observant. All of the scenarios in the hat were this one and all of the names in the hat were Jeannie's.
"Come on, can't I at least wear the flip flops?" Jeannie begged.
"No," replied Sally, "You know what you agreed to. Anyway, the flip flops would actually slow you down and increase the chances you might stumble. They aren't made for running. Just think what could happen if you stumbled? There's virtually no chance of falling if you are barefoot."
Jeannie agreed, but the thought of stumbling now terrified her.
