Don’t trade clothes

“I… I can’t. I mean I’m already the new girl here I can’t be walking around looking like that!” You try to defend your reasoning, but you can’t see that to Amy no reason would make a difference here. Finally she seems to give a sigh, wiping away a few tears from her eyes she looks up at you.

“I understand.” With that she slowly pulls herself up, before grabbing her things and heading to class, leaving you to head your own way to class as well. While she might not be happy with you, at least you aren’t wearing that horrid outfit. Who’s knows what could have happened if you were.