Whats Lucy Up To Anyway (Lucy's POV Part 1)

"Oh come on!" I grunted in frustration as I stopped in my tracks no more than 10 steps out of Tits McGee's class room. I could immediately tell that I had just stepped in gum from the warm, squishy, feeling coming from under me. I leaned against the wall and lifted my right leg to inspect the bottom of my foot. Just as I expected, there was a pink blob smooshed against my sole.

I slightly bent forward to get in closer, using my right shoe-bound hand to support my raised leg. Then I took the heal of my left shoe and began to scrape at the gum stuck to my foot. It was clear that it was going to take multiple attempts.

As I stood there, scraping away, I began to internally grumble about my situation. Stepping in gum would normally be annoying but being barefooted made it so much grosser. Having to remove it with shoes on my hands made it twice as tedious. The gum finally popped off my foot after several attempts. It landed back onto the floor where it awaited its next victim and I resumed walking down the hall.

I headed to my next class with my shoe-hands crossed behind my back underneath my backpack. My face started to blush with embarrassment as I heard those around me snicker. Despite my efforts to make my uniform as unnoticeable as possible everyone around me gave me looks ranging from a quick glance to outright staring. The shame made a three minute walk feel like hours.

My thoughts raced throughout my head. Of course Michael had to be selected for the Female Uniform Inspector position of all people, that pervert. How the hell did he even come up with such a ridiculous dress code anyway? I mean going barefoot and wearing my shoes on my hands? Sure, he has every right to dictate my outfits but it should be limited to uniforms that don't affect a girl's studies. I gave up on trying to take notes after just two periods of struggling with a pen smooshed between my shoes.

My inconveniences weren't just work related either. Yesterday at lunch, I realized there was no way I would be able to hold the sandwich my mom always packs me. Everyone at my table laughed at how stupid I looked making awkward attempts to pick it up. The giggles grew louder every time it dropped and increasingly fell apart. I admitted defeat and substituted my delicious, home made, sandwich for the schools dried up chicken nuggets. At least I could eat that by using both of my shoe-hands to pick them up with a fork.

RIIIIING "Crap" I muttered to myself as the bell snapped me out of my flashback. I picked up the pace which caused the slapping sound of my bare feet hitting the floor to grow louder. Luckily I wasn't very far from my destination and managed to sit at my desk without being scolded by my math teacher, Mr. Benton. Still having to use both hands I pulled my text book from my open bag. While I could still flip through a text book with relative ease, maneuvering a zipper was near impossible so I now leave my bag open all the time.

Mr. Benton began class with his usual hellos. Before he got to the actual course material I raised one of my shoe-hands into the air. "Excuse me Mr. Benton?" I called out.

"Yes Lucy?" He asked back standing in front of the white board.

Being in honors math, there was no way I would pass without being able to review the material after class. I concocted a plan in order to adjust to my new situation.

"As you can probably understand I have a tough time using a pencil while with these." I explained while subtly waving my sneakers in front of me. Quiet giggles spread throughout the class but I **** myself to ignore them, my grades were to important to me.

"Would it be ok if I used my phone to take a video of the lecture so I can review at home?" My toes wiggled against the floor as I spoke. I never realized how cold the floor was until yesterday. Mr. Benton looked at me with sympathy in his eyes.

"Well normally I don't allow phones in class. But since our Female Uniform Inspector has tucked your hands into your sneakers I will allow it. But you still need to pay attention."

I sighed in relief now that I had a way to study on my own. I fumbled to get my phone out of my bag and held it between my sneakers at face height. Pecking at the screen with my nose, I unlocked my phone, opened the camera app, and hit record. I propped it up with my text book to face the board and finally rested my arms atop my desk.

The class went on normally for the most part. However I did catch kids looking in my direction from time to time. This one boy kept staring at my feet so much that I guessed he had a foot fetish. Speaking of my feet, my toes were freezing against the cold floor and it was preventing me from focusing. Not being able to take anymore, I lifted my right leg and tucked my foot underneath the opposite thigh for warmth. I shuffled in my seat to switch between which foot got sheltered from the cold every few minutes.

All things considered I was feeling pretty good. Hopefully all of my teachers would take the same stance as Mr. Benton and allow me to record their classes. I would have to take notes at home, where my hands were shoe free, but I could get through the year without bringing down my grades.

My brief moment of contempt only lasted half way through the period when Michael barged into the room.

Mr. Benton turned at the sound of the door opening. Everyone's attention shifted from the equation covered board to the intruder making his way into the room.

Looking puzzled, my teacher addressed the student stepping into his domain.

"I hope you realize it's not 6th period yet Michael. You should get back to class before you get in trouble for being out too long."

Mr. Benton didn't seem mad at the interruption. He probably thought Michael accidentally walked into the wrong room coming back from a bathroom break.

Our Female Uniform Inspector stopped when he reached the opposite side of the teacher's desk where Mr. Benton was standing. He took a moment to flash me a smug grin before returning his attention to the teacher. God I hated him.

"I have second period free but thats not the point. I'm here because I have FUI business to attend to. I hope the interruption isn't too troublesome."

Mr. Benton furrowed his brow his brow and crossed his arms.

"I see. Well we have a lot of ground to cover here in the honors class but I suppose it can't be helped. Perhaps you could bring the females you need out into the hall so we can continue?"

Michael didn't answer right away. Instead, he walked up to my desk, placed both hands on either side, and slightly leaned toward me. Why did I always have to sit in the front row? Maybe he wouldn't have noticed me if I sat in the back.

I looked up at him with a menacing **** stare. Admittedly, it was difficult to come across as intimidating with my shoe-hands on the desk and my toes wiggling on the floor.

"Unfortunately I need to conduct my duty immediately. It shouldn't take too long though. I only have to deal with Lucy here."

My **** stare morphed into a worried look the moment my name left his mouth. What more could he want with me? Was this was karma for not appreciating that I didn't end up like Stella?

The class was silent as everyone awaited Michael's next policy as the school's FUI.

"Lucy, you no longer have to wear shoes on your hands."