School Mascot 1

By Cyberweasel89

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Iceland Wolfe had always had an unusual life.

Her odd name could be chocked up to being the middle child of Moonbeam and Flower Wolfe, a couple who at the time of her birth just couldn’t let go of the 70s. Iceland was, in fact, born in a nudist resort. Home schooled at first, she never wore a stitch of clothing until she was eight years old.

It was when the Wolfe family ran out of proper funds to remain at the nudist resort that Iceland, her older brother Sun, and her baby brother Junebug uprooted to Washington D.C. Iceland took to wearing clothes like a fish to water and quickly found that, despite her upbringing, she hated being naked and even more hated being seen naked. She was somewhat the black sheep in this regard. While giving up their nudist habits, the rest of the Wolfe family had no problem being seen naked by others no matter who they were. Iceland hated undressing even for doctors.

Iceland’s parents both ended up getting jobs with the CIA, though how a couple of hippie nudists could get such careers, Iceland never found out. The job left the Wolfe family frequently traveling across the United States and even parts of Canada and Mexico at times. Iceland never once completed a school year in a single school, always having to transfer schools partway through the year. Her homeschooling early in life gave her further difficulties in her academic career. While naturally bright, a gifted mind can’t be nurtured without a proper education.

Now 15 years old, Iceland was about to enter her third year of middle school... again. She’d already been held back once due to her frequent school transfers. With her parents currently assigned to the suburbs of Las Vegas, Nevada, Iceland now found herself sitting in the office of Madison Pal, Vice Principal of Fortune’s Redemption Private Junior High School.

The woman at the desk before her was rather young for her position. Her blonde hair was tied into a bun and a pair of tortoiseshell glasses were perched upon her elegant nose, likely as a means to try and look older. Her skirted business suit concealed a young, nubile figure. Tall, thin, she could’ve been a model. Iceland had to wonder what led her to choose the path of education and how she could have possibly gotten the position of vice principal when she looked fresh out of teacher’s college. Chocolate brown eyes gazed at a stack of papers in her hands, white teeth chewing on a plump, pink lower lip.

“This doesn’t look good, Miss Wolfe. This doesn’t look good at all,” she mused.

Iceland swallowed hard. From where she was sitting, Vice Principal Pal looked downright massive. While 15 years old, Iceland was very small for her age, clocking in at four feet, nine inches tall. Her hair was carefully curled to avoid her natural ethnic frizziness, reaching to her shoulders. Emerald green eyes gazed at the second-in-command of her school. Deep pools of green yet with a gentle softness to them, she considered her eyes her best feature.

Having adopted clothes like it was the one thing she had always wanted, Iceland was wearing a modest floral-print white-and-yellow short-sleeve ankle-length dress with a blue cardigan over it. Blue Mary Janes with white ankle socks adorned her feet and a red ribbon accented her hair. A bit gaudily colorful, yes, but that’s the way Iceland liked it. She felt her wardrobe demanded a splash of color after spending most of her childhood wearing nothing but her dark brown skin. Beneath, her cotton bra and panties were of the purest white.

“Please, Vice Principal Pal... I need to pass this year,” she pleaded, her eyes glancing down at her hands clasped demurely in her lap.

“You’ve so far not once completed an entire school year in a single school... Homeschooled for most of primary school... Held back an entire year at your last school... Most of these courses don’t even translate to the levels of academia we teach here at Fortune’s Redemption, Miss Wolfe,” the Vice Principal murmured, still reading the papers in her hand.

A small whimper escaped Iceland’s mouth. She’d already be 15 years old and surrounded by 11-14 year olds this year... but if things continued, she’d be 16 among 11-13 year old next year! She didn’t want to have to repeat another year just because of all her school transferring and homeschooling!

“Please, Vice Principal Pal! Isn’t there some kind of extra credit I can perform this year? I’ll do anything! Honest!” Iceland brought her hands to her chest, clasping her hands together as if in prayer.

Madison Pal looked up at her student, her chocolate eyes zeroing in on something she hadn’t noticed before. Something that gave her a twinge of jealousy.

Madison Pal was 24 years old and built like a model. That included a slender physique and breasts that never grew beyond a 30A. Watching Iceland Wolf’s arms pressed against her chest, the Vice Principal saw some definite volume there. She’d likely never noticed before because this girl probably did everything she could to minimize her assets. Jealousy gave way to rage at having had to spend her whole life trying to minimize her own flatness with every outfit she wore. A rash plan was beginning to take hold in the young educator’s mind. A rash plan stemming from her frustration at having to work so hard in an education system where administration roles were nearly invariably given to male educators.

“I’m afraid even if you took as many clubs or sports as your schedule could hold, it wouldn’t be enough credit to pass this year... however...” The woman began.

The hope in Iceland Wolfe’s eyes almost made Madison feel a tinge of regret for what she was about to do. She stifled it as hard as she could.

“There is a particular extracurricular position that this school has had since its founding. A position that’s been vacant for many years due to the tradition surrounding it. It’s hard to hold this position simply due to what it demands. Some of it is downright degrading, a lot of it is highly embarrassing... but it should give you enough credit to pass this year.” Madison thought about it for a moment... hmmm... Maybe a bit of extra honesty would help her conscience.

“Well, almost, but... if you manage to bring this extracurricular position back into the limelight and show how necessary it is to this school’s tradition and prestige, I can see about pulling some strings with the Principal and letting you graduate," she explained.

The hope in Iceland’s eyes nearly made Vice Principal Madison Pal joke. Ugh, it was like she was scamming a puppy. Huh, what a fitting metaphor... “I’ll do it! What is it? Is it a club? I promise, I’ll give it my best!”

Madison shuffled her papers to try and give the air of importance. “Well, as you know, Fortune’s Redemption is home of the Las Vegas Mud Dogs, a junior high football team that’s won many awards but has been in decline in recent years. We also have a boys’ swim team and a girls’ soccer and tennis team. The Goldfish Mermen, the Kicking Jackrabbits, and the Rakeclaw Cats have all previously won many words, but are also lagging behind. I suspect their decline is due to the most important position on the team having been retired. They need managers... but it’s sadly not that simple. You see, around the founding of this great school one of the decrees by its founder, Augustus Fortune, was that all sports teams under Fortune’s Redemption had to share a single manager. What’s more, this manager was also to serve all four teams as their, er... mascot.”

Iceland blinked, processing this. “Mascot? And manager? At the same time? For all four sports teams?”

Madison coughed into her hand and returned to shuffling papers to try and look important. “Yes. Unusual, I know, but Augustus Fortune did some rather eccentric things in the month leading up to his death. We’ve tried to have this clause in the school charter annulled, but it seems to be partially tied into Augustus Fortune’s will through his family’s estate. You can imagine that, due to this position being eight roles in one, it’s a lot of work. That’s why we partially retired the position in the extracurricular agenda. Unfortunately, we couldn’t create new positions because of Augustus Fortune’s orders. I theorize the idea behind merging all eight positions was to create a unified figurehead of hope for the school, as it also included several other duties for departments not tied to the football, swimming, soccer, and tennis teams. While I theorize this may have been Augustus Fortune’s intention, in practice this figurehead turns out more like the school’s whipping boy. But it should give you enough academic points to pass this year, albeit with a few strings pulled by me. If you wish, you can just-“

“I’ll do it!” Madison jumped a little. She hadn’t expected such an enthusiastic response from this girl. “I don’t care how hard it is! If it means I don’t have to repeat another year, I’ll do whatever it takes!”

Those bright, shining emerald orbs... A pang of guilt hit Madison Pal. “I should warn you, Miss Wolfe, that this is your first year at this school, and it starts in three days. You won’t have any old friends or acquaintances to rely on and you may very well have this position for the entire school year. While you can back out at any time, your classmates will all know you right from the start as the school mascot with no previous first impression of you. This may stick with you for the rest of the school year...”

What surprised Madison was how, despite their gentle softness, those emerald orbs could get such a fire going in them. “I can handle it. I promise. Even if I have to introduce myself as the Fortune’s Redemption Mascot, I’ll just make friends that way! I can do this! I know I can!”

With one last pang of guilt, Madison Pal pressed a button on her intercom. “Jerry, please bring in the forms for the Fortune’s Redemption Mascot Application.”

“Ha ha! Very funny,” the voice said from the other side.

“I’m serious, Jerry. We have a student who wants the position,” Madison stressed.

“You’re serious? Uh, wow... Gimme a minute. I’ll see if I can dig them up from archives.” The feed cut.

Sighing, Vice Principal Madison Pal only hoped this wouldn’t cause some kind of scandal... For the next school year, this girl could very well get treated like a servant at best, a slave at worst. No, not a slave... A pet.

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