Head to class

Lilian wasn't about to risk missing her first class, she'd just have to settle for borrowing anything she needed from her classmates. A wise decision she thought, as the buildings hallways proved to be confusing to navigate.

People seemed to stare at her as she ran down the hallways and once again she missed having her bra to keep her tits from hurting as they jiggled around. While exploring the labyrinth of a building she was in, she noticed that it'd condition was more run down than she'd expected.

The occasional window was cracked, plaster was peeling on the walls and everything felt like it was just a little bit dirty. She knew she wasn't going to a fancy or rich school, but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the state of things.

When she finally made it to her classroom so was a few minutes late, less than ideal for her first class. She hesitated for a moment, her hand holding the door handle, before taping into the new found courage that had see her this far and entering the room.

The room was everything she'd hoped for when she'd imagined this moment. A blackboard with chalk writing at the front of the class, rows of desks populated by a mix of students and various educational posters on the walls that likely had nothing to do with what this class was teaching.

She took a moment to take it all in before moving to the front of the class, the eyes everyone in the room following her as they spoke in hushed whispers. All eyes except that of her teachers, Lilian noticed as she approached the desk.

The man was maybe in his sixties she presumed, with thin graying hair and a set of glasses to frame his wrinkled face. His focus was wholly on the book her was reading, leaving Lilian to awkwardly stand by his desk.

"Hi, I'm Lilian and this will be my first year at this school." Lilian spoke, addressing both her teacher and classmates. "I was home schooled until now, so I really look forward to meeting all of you and becoming best friends!"

Without sparing more than a glimpse at her, the teacher opened one of his draws, brought out some papers, dropped the papers on his desk, told her "Finish the worksheet and hand it in at the end of the period." And finally returning to his book.

This was not how Lilian dreamed her start in high school would go, but she refused to let her experiences disheartened her. She took the handouts, which had been photocopied to the point of being barely legible, and looked for a place to sit.