Sandry couldn't find anything. Her skirt, blouse, and tie, gone. All her clothes had been taken! Upon further inspection the locker contained a sticky note. Reading the piece of paper. Sandry knew who her assailant in gym had been.
“Dear Sandry. Maybe next time flirt with a man who isn't taken. Since you are rocking your new outfit I just got rid of your clothes for you. Next time, stay in your lane slut. -Jasmine.”
Sandry had recently taken an interest in David, another senior that had plenty of girls swooning. And although David recopicated these feelings, his current girlfriend Jasmine was jealous after seeing him flirtingly conversate with Sandry the day before. She slumped against the locker bringing her knees to her chest, contemplating what to do next. She tried placing the sticky note on her crotch, but it had become damp to the point that the paper refused to stay on her body. As if her entire day was cursed.
Sandry knew she couldn't be easily defeated. So long as the halls were empty, she could easily make it to the lost and found. Hopefully she could put on something other than her pair of socks she was wearing.All she had to do was go back up the main staircase and towards the left in the theatre hall. There was a box of various fabrics surely that would help more than her current state of undress.
Without thinking, and with the need of wanting to cover herself before people would see her, Sandry bolted out of the locker room, sliding slightly with her socks across the floor. As she got halfway up the stairs, the bell for the next period began to ring loudly in her ear, the noise of her fellow peers now entering the hallway, and surrounding her from every angle.
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