A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/School/Tiffany, a girl who hates her/Sally makes a plan to get back at Tiffany/Tie her shoelaces together while she is eating lunch.

Sally walked around the jungle gym, keeping Tiffany in the corner of her eye and looking for an opportunity to embarrass her. A fifth-grader named Sylvia was swinging along with Tiffany. Sally and Sylvia had never gotten along well. Sylvia, being from one of the more well-to-do families in town preferred the company of the few other rich kids in the neighborhood, but she played softball with Tiffany which made them friends. Sylvia wore her auburn hair long, and, like Tiffany, had it tied back in a sporty ponytail. She wore a black leotard under her school skirt, so she didn't mind when her skirt would flip up on her foreswings. She would even lift her butt off the seat at the top of her backswing and kick forward to get as much thrust behind her as she could. Tiffany was notably more conservative with her swinging, keeping her knees together and only bending her back into her swings.

Trying to appear inconspicuous, Sally sidled up to the monkey bars as if she were planning to swing on them, but as soon as the thought of climbing onto them entered her mind, she remembered why that would be a terrible idea. She felt the faint spring breeze blowing over her pantiless genitals beneath her skirt. The monkey bars were her favorite thing on the playground, and she couldn't use them. It was frustrating, and it made her angrier at Tiffany, even though she knew that it was her own fault for forgetting her underwear. She stole glances at Tiffany while strolling back to the jungle gym. The few kids who had been on the jungle gym and saw Sally coming drifted off, quietly laughing to each other. The idea to steal Tiffany's bag from the ground next to the swing set entered her mind but was quickly banished by the memory of the threat of detention that Mr. Vice had made to Tiffany and Allen. Stealing could get her into big trouble. She needed to find something safer.

She couldn't just stand there doing nothing, or she would stick out. Climbing in the jungle gym would be fun and good cover, but it would involve risking another skirt-lifting accident. Sally put her hand on its cool metal bars and considered doing it anyway when she saw someone on the other side of the dome who hadn't seen her coming over because she was laying backwards over it and holding herself up by her knees. Her skirt was pinched between her skinny thighs, thus protecting her modesty. She waved her arms up and down to make herself sway. Sally wondered if she could get away with stretching out like that as she walked around the jungle gym to her classmate.

Sally was pleasantly surprised to discover that the girl was Traci, one of her best friends in class. Sally almost said "Hi," to her before she recalled how in class Traci had giggled at her accidental display. But then she had tried to hide her laughter by sweeping the sides of her dark pixie bob in front of her mouth, so at least she hadn't wanted to be mean about it. And it was funny. Sally frowned. Maybe Traci would help her get Tiffany back. Trying to look as natural as she could, Sally beamed her best smile and, trying to cover her own nervousness by making her voice sound as chipper as she could, called out "Hi, Traci." Despite her efforts, her voice squeaked a bit on the first syllable.

Traci started and looked up--down for her--to confirm that it was Sally talking to her. She rolled her head around to see if any of the other kids was watching them. If they were, they were hiding it well. She put on a less-than-eager smile and said almost under her breath, "Hi, Sally," before climbing down from the jungle gym.

Sally realized that making Traci talk to her right now would be bad for Traci's popularity in class, and it gave her a pang of guilt. Still, it would feel good to talk to someone sympathetic even if Traci doesn't want to help her to pull a prank. There was a good chance that she wouldn't want to help. Traci was on friendly terms with Tiffany despite the feud between Sally and Tiffany. It didn't hurt to ask.

"Traci, will you help me with something," Sally asked, shifting on the balls of her feet. "I want to play a joke on Tiffany." She added at her friend's disapproving, almost angry face, "I promise it's not too bad. It's..." What was she going to do? She glanced across the playground at Tiffany who was dismounting the swing, being careful to hold the back of her skirt down as she did so, and grabbing up her backpack to follow Sylvia who had already gotten down. The pair started off in the direction of the bolted-down metal bench where a lot of kids liked to eat and trade lunches, and it gave Sally an epiphany. "I'm going to tie her shoelaces together, and I need you to be a distraction."

"I told you already, I am not getting involved in your fight with Tiffany." Traci crossed her arms and scowled. "Why can't you two just get over it already?"

"She pantsed me," Sally exclaimed half under her breath and fighting the urge to bounce and thus draw attention to herself. "Tying her shoelaces isn't even close to as bad. And she won't even know you helped me. Please," Sally begged, deploying the pitiful doe-eyed face she used when trying to convince her mother to buy her a new toy.

Traci rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop." She looked askance at the bench where Tiffany and Sylvia were getting their lunch boxes out of their bags. Tiffany's was an enviable embossed aluminum baseball-themed box. She thought for a second before turning back to Sally with narrowed eyes. "If I help you, then you have to promise," Traci emphasized the word and let it hang, "that after it's done you are going to apologize to Tiffany and tell her that you don't want to fight anymore."

Sally gasped, "What? I'm not doing-"

"And you have to mean it," Traci stomped her foot. "Why do you even want to fight anyway? You're both usually so nice."

"Because she started it," Sally said a little too loudly to her own ears. Lowering her voice and stuffing her hands into the side pockets on her skirt, she added, "And Tiffany is like the opposite of nice."

Traci slumped and looked at her shoes. With a vulnerable softness to her voice she said, "She's always nice to me, even in front of Sylvia and Chelsea." She raised her head and stared Sally in the eyes. "I don't have a lot of friends like you and Tiffany do, so the friends I do have mean a lot to me. Just promise, okay?"

Sally wanted to refuse outright and just go find some other prank to play, but the thought of making Traci sad gave her pause. Would it be so bad if they were to stop fighting? She didn't want to be friends with Tiffany (yuck), but it would be nice to not have an enemy at school. And if they make up after the prank, then that means that Sally would get the last laugh. Besides, Tiffany would probably refuse anyway. That might be embarrassing for Sally, but it would make Traci upset with Tiffany instead of with her. There was no downside to it. "Okay, I promise," Sally declared with a nod and extended her pinkie.

Traci's eyes flitted between the proffered pinkie and Sally's face. A bright smile blossomed across her face, and she accepted the pinkie with her own. Their solemn vow sealed, Traci took a breath and said, "Okay, what do I do?"

"Just stand in front of Tiffany and Sylvia, and talk to them about something that will keep their attention," Sally said in a low conspiratorial voice.

"We have a softball game after school. I could talk to them about that," Traci said in a much happier tone. Planning pranks was always fun.

"Okay, go before they finish eating, and don't look at me whatever you do." Sally tried to not be too obvious about directing Traci toward the bench.

While Traci walked up to her teammates with a shy wave, Sally angled around the monkey bars, giving some of her classmates friendly smiles for the sake of appearance. She was glad when a couple of them returned weak but sincere smiles. It gave her step a little pep to know that kids wouldn't stop being her friends just because she did something embarrassing.

Traci was sharing her hope that Coach Osbert would take them out for ice cream after the game while Sally was creeping up behind the still-seated Tiffany and Sylvia. Sally dropped to her hands and knees behind them and crawled until her head was underneath the bench. She scooched on her elbows until she could reach around Tiffany's bunched up socks and grip her shoelaces. She did not notice that her thankfully covered rear was poking into the air behind her. Oblivious to the show she was giving behind her, Sally made short work of her knot.

Unfortunately for her, Sally also failed to realize that all her scraping along the dirt had drawn the attention of the canny Sylvia who peaked over her shoulder at Sally's be-skirted kid booty. With the quickness of an athlete, Sylvia snapped her hand back and pinched Sally's butt through her skirt. Sally squeaked and bumped her head against the bottom of the bench. This alerted Tiffany who hopped to her feet shouting, "Hey!" Sally, head smarting, scrambled backward and got her feet under herself.

Tiffany turned to give pursuit, but Sally's knot held fast. She pitched forward and jackknifed over the bench. Her quick reflexes saved her from face-planting when she threw her arms in front of herself to cushion her fall, but in so doing she allowed her skirt to fall up as she fell forward.

Sally froze mid-escape as she looked back at Tiffany and found her, front on the ground and legs in the air with the hem of her skirt in her armpits and the full reason of why she had been so careful earlier on the swings in plain sight for the whole playground. Tiffany's completely naked hindquarters wriggled and flexed as her legs thrashed in their attempts to right her as quickly as possible. By the time she was able to pitch her body fully onto the ground and force her skirt down with her hands the playground had already erupted with laughter. Even Sylvia's voice joined the chorus. Apart from Sally, who was still in flight mode and nursing a sore head, only Traci did not laugh; she held both her hands over her open mouth in guilt-stricken horror.

Traci dropped one of her hands from her face and helped a trembling, sobbing Tiffany to her feet. Tears pooled in Traci's eyes as she blubbered, "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't know-"

Tiffany clutched Traci by the shoulders, shocking the breath out of her, and held her at arm's length. She stared at Traci through crooked glasses, the agony of betrayal stabbing into her at the realization of what her friend had done to her. The laughter rolled around them, and Tiffany was vaguely aware of some mocking accusations of her and Sally being "butt buddies" as well as general charges of nastiness and sluthood. When Quinn laughed, "Better not sit on that bench," Tiffany shoved Traci away from her, kicked her right shoe off her foot, and bolted around to the front of the school building, the loose shoe bouncing along behind her.

Traci stood crying in nervous indecision watching Tiffany run away. Sylvia, suppressing her giggles, stood up and offered her, a "Hey, it'll be okay."

Sally, holding her head but feeling worse for her friend, walked around the bench to Traci and put a hand on her trembling shoulder. "Yeah, Tiffany will get-"

Traci pushed Sally in the general direction that Tiffany ran away in. "Go apologize to her now."

Sally swayed on her feet. "I really don't think Tiffany wants to see me."

"You promised!" Traci bellowed, although her crying made her voice crack.

Go after Tiffany and apologize.

There is no other choice! Sally is a good girl who would never break a promise to her friends.