Right

Britney silently walks out the door and seriously considers turning left, but then remembers what Mr. Clemson said. With that in mind, she puts her head down in shame; she turns right and heads straight to her homeroom.

She was already the talk of the school before the first period was over. It isn't long before every correctly deduced that the only reason the school would let her wear lingerie in school was if she was a ****. So as she left her first-period class, girls were already pointing and laughing, and boys were already yelling "**** in the hall" or asking her if her Master would mind if he peak at her breast/puss/ass. She felt like an animal in a zoo. Everyone wants to see the 'new specimen,' and her blue chamise did little to cover her body. She felt exposed to the world, and she hated it. She could feel the boy's eyes staring through the thin fabric of her top while she could hear every girl talking about her.

The moment the news broke, Her friends all switched their desk away from hers, while the gross perverted boys of her class gladly took their desk. Before lunch, as has already gotten twelve notes asking who her Master was and an additional four, which straight out told her to fuck them.

When she walked into the lunchroom, she realizes her 'friends' continue to want nothing to do with her and have already filled her spot at the table, leaving only one free spot in the whole lunchroom. That spot was right next to the boy from the bus and his ****.