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Half a second before the first bell rang, Amira clumsily busted into her first period class: Business 101. Usually taken by underclassmen, Amira chose it as her first class so she could get homework done, or play on her phone. The downside to this is she was the only senior in the class.

While Amira was used to her fellow senior classmates (who at least learned to get their looks in at her discretely), younger students were not use to the juxtaposition Amira presented: a perfect body hidden in layers and layers of clothing. A combination of hormones and a disrespect for authority meant the students in her first class (freshmen in particular) would basically gawk and stare at her in any sort of revealing situation, no matter how small. Amira would feel equal parts trepidation and animosity when she bent down to pick up something on a normal day (usually fully covered). But as she became the center of the class' attention in this brief moment, her anxiety increased ten-fold.

Amira stood in front of the room like a manikin. Immediately, hushed whispers and muffled laughs could be heard. As she awkwardly shuffled herself towards the only seat available, the front table that is seen easily from the entire room, Amira heard the whispers in detail.

"Oh my God, what the hell is she wearing? Did she lose a bet?

" Haha, what a slut, so much for modesty! ".

All these came from her fellow female classmates; the males were too awestruck to ruin the moments with words. Bending down into her seat, Amira cursed her luck again as the only seat available had no covering on the bottom. So, her lower back and ass were completely visible. The teacher characteristically gave a long assignment for the do now, essentially giving the class 45 minutes to do as they please. But for the first time all year, the entire class's attention was centered to the front of the room.

This mix of self hatred (for her laziness putting her in this situation) and absolute embarrassment caused Amira to think frantically as she sat facing the front of the room.

"What do I do? I KNOW everyone is staring at me. Am I being recorded? They can see through my shirt, and all I have is this fucking tank top underneath! At least I found these pan..."

Suddenly her heart almost stopped. It finally dawned on Amira what she put on this morning. Like a cartoon, Amira painstakingly began to look down to see just how bad it was...