No clothes

"Emily, how are you not getting this? We. Aren't. Giving. You. Clothes. Now stop blocking the TV, the commercial break is almost over." my mom says, evidently annoyed by my pestering.

What the fuck is wrong with them?

"Are you you for real right now? I'm NAKED! BUTT. FREAKING. NAKED!" I shout.

"We've noticed. It's pretty obvious." my father says casually.

"So you don't care? You don't care that your daughter is BUTT NAKED and has literally zero clothes? Or that she's supposed to be at school in five minutes? You have no problem with me walking into school as I am right now? Everyone will know what my boobs look like; they'll know my nips are pink and perky, and you're fine with this? You don't care everyone is going to see my vagina? You don't care, at all?" I ask angrily. I try to make it as uncomfortable as possible for them by mentioning specific parts of my body, hoping that they would break and get me clothes.

"Of course we care. We care enough to teach you to be more responsible. You did this to yourself, Em, so don't go blaming us. Now get going, you're going to be late!" my mom says sternly.

"I can't believe it. You're really going to make me go to school naked?"

"I said you're leaving for school no matter what you're wearing. If that means you're wearing your birthday suit, so be it."

Wow. They actually are going to make me go to school naked.

I can't even look at them right now. I march towards the foyer and stand at my front door. Am I seriously about to do this? Am I actually going to walk out this door and strut through my neighborhood and straight into school, completely naked?