Her own hand-me-downs

After her shower Abbey wrapped herself in a towel and went into her bedroom to see what her sister had put out for her to wear. Sara was thoroughly enjoying embarrassing her plight, so Abbey imagined whatever it was, it was not going to be her liking. Pushing open the door to her room she saw how right she was. Her sister must have gone into Maggie's clothes to find the outfit it was so childish. Picking up the wide legged denim shortalls with the colorful patches and the pastel striped shirt she realized something else. These were her old clothes!

When she was younger she hadn't the fashion sense she had now and in fact had been something of a tomboy. It wasn't until high school that she put much emphasis on how she looked at all. Upon reaching high school however she totally reinvented herself to fit in with the cool click. Once she had been admitted to the group she tried to pretend that she had never had this awkward ugly duckling phase and had done her best to eradicate all traces of it. Any old pictures from this time she had destroyed. She stopped associating with any of her friends from before she became cool. She had even made a point of throwing out all her old clothes lest they come back to haunt her.

Now here they were again. Her mother must have retrieved them from the trash before the garbage man came and had stored them all these years. Either that or Sara herself had saved them, why she couldn't imagine, she couldn't have been dreaming of this **** scenario all the way back then could she have been? No that was ridiculous, she might have been a little hard on her sister now and then, but she wasn't that bad.

"Abbey! Hurry up, we have a surprise for you," Her mother called from downstairs starting Abbey back to the present and reluctantly she hurried and got dressed.

As she feared the clothes fit her well despite being from when she was in middle school. Even the cheap cotton underpants and undershirt fit well enough. Only the shirt was a little tight and that was more because she had put on a few pounds, than from any growth spurt she had experienced in the intervening years since she last wore this god-awful ensemble, if that was even what you could call it. Looking in the mirror she couldn't help but make a face. She looked like a fool. Worse she looked nothing like the grown up polished professional she thought herself. In the gaily colored short sleeved shirt, ridiculously unflattering shortalls, knee high gym socks and scuffed up Chuck Taylors, she looked more like a female Dennis the Menace.

She was about to say screw this and just take her chances when her mother suddenly burst in smiling. "Finally ready I see?" she said and grabbed her daughter by the wrist. Then before she knew what was happening she was dragged back downstairs to see whatever new hellish surprise her family had in store for her.