Danielle has to 'STUDY HARD'

Danielle woke up, sunlight streaming into her room. She pushed her thick mane of hair from her face, thinking the altercation with her father a horrible nightmare. It was then she saw a small stack of clothes on the comforter at the bottom of her bed. The college coed knew she hadn't put them there. She sighed, near tears as she leaned over the mattress to grab the clothes and inspect them.

It didn't take much effort. There wasn't much to the little bundle she now had in her fist. She set them down in front of her on her tangled sheets and picked up the first to look it over. She stared at the spandex crop tee, white with STUDY HARD in big bold black letters across the front. The next was a pair of denim cutoff shorts that looked like they had been dug out of the bottom of the drawer of her years old clothes. Of course, no underwear. Next were long rainbow colored socks . . and a Post-it note.

Dear Danielle,

Today's class wardrobe is to be deposited in the front door mail slot before you may enter,

Love, Dad

Danielle crumbled up the little pink paper and futilely tossed it at the wall. Resignatedly, she proceeded to dress for class. She found a pair of her black canvas high tops strategically placed by the foot of her bed after she returned from her shower.

Before Danielle left her room, she glanced at her full-length mirror. In some ways, she felt like she was more on display than if she was naked. But that was what her dad probably had in mind. Her reflection looked like one of those posters the frat boys had in their dorm rooms. A living TNA wankoff bimbo set to enter the college halls!

Danielle felt all eyes on her as she walked to her first class. She self-consciously tugged either her cheeky shortshorts or sheer crop top down as she strode the halls in her silly thigh high socks and schoolgirl kicks.