To class

Brooke made her way to class briefly stopping by her locker to drop her bag off before heading to home room where all the seniors would be. She felt so ashamed and embarrassed to be wearing such a humiliating outfit. She was just glad no one knew what she was wearing underneath.

She hated her home room teacher. She was always so mean and old. Brooke had done everything she could to woo her, but nothing ever worked. Mrs Buford watched as Brooke made her way inside in her humiliating outfit and smiled. “Hello, Brooke. Please sit right up here,” Mrs Buford gestured to the seat in front of the class. It was facing everyone else.

Brooke wondered why she was being isolated but did as she was told. The bad part though was she was starting to feel the effects of the “egg nog”.