Lost Shoes

The school was a bustle of activity. No one was missing senior photo day. At least that's how it appeared to Jill.

The blonde knew she had two objectives today. One don't let anyone know she's going commando. Two find the freak who cursed her. Simple enough.

Jill figured she start by...

"Ahhh!" with a startled cry the blonde missed a step and stumbled. The only thing that kept her from falling flat on her face was an instinctive grab for the person closes to her. Who happened to be another senor by the name of Katie Goods.

"The fuck Jill! Have you been drinking." Katie exclaimed.

"Un no my shoes are gone."

"What do you mean gone? Oh where did they go?" Katie found it odd her kind-of-friend was walking around without any shoes.

"I just had them on. They got to be somewhere nearby." Jill looked around the hallway for her shoes, but they were nowhere to be found.

"Well they ain't on your feet anymore?" Katie declarer.

"No. Dam it. There probably back at my house." Jill felt frustrated. Every other time she lost a peace of clothing it had reappeared right next to her. But now that she was at school...

"Back at your house. I thought you looked like you got dressed in a hurry."

Jill tried to brush off Katie's comment like a proper lady, but it did sting a little.

Tracy smugly looked down at her shoes. She was no one's fool. She had considered putting a bra on as well, but she didn't want to antagonize her sister too much. Jill liked to play the part of a proper lady, but she could get down right nasty if pushed too hard.

'Ping!'

Automatically reacting to the sound, Tracy reached into her bag and pulled out her cell phone. It was a text from Jill. "We had a deal." it read.

Tracy texted back, "Oops <smile face emoji>."

Pocketing her phone Tracy decided it was time to find herself a villain.