A School of Bracelets
Chapter 1
by 
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Your name is Sarah Hawkers. You are a pretty girl, fairly average height, with dirty blonde hair, nice legs, and cute C-cup breasts. Your parents decided to send you to a strict Catholic school, because, according to them, your previous grades from your old school were great, and they'd like that to repeat. You went to a different Catholic school since the fourth grade, and you see little of your parents.
Your previous school was an all-girls school, but now you are going to a co-ed Catholic school, rumored to be one of the best in the country. Finally you have arrived, and you reach your room on the second floor, where the girl's dorms are. By the time you get to the top, you are very warm. It isn't the exercise, because you are
in great shape. You figure somebody forgot to turn of the heating or something. It is early morning, but you are pretty tired from your trip here, you had to wake up at 3 AM because you needed to catch a plane. You follow the map given to you and head to your room.
You are greeted by a pretty brunette. She is wearing the school uniform, with a few twists. The regulation skirt, supposed to be a few inches above the knees, is only barely concealing her, you can clearly see the bottom of her rounded ass, because she isn't wearing the school tights, and evidently not panties, maybe a thong, maybe nothing. Your face goes red as you examine her some more. Her white blouse is undone at the first two buttons, showing deep cleavage but surprisingly, no bra, and her hair is done up in a ponytail. On her wrist are multicolored bracelets, red, blue, green, orange, black and many others. Her feet are bare on the carpeted floor, you notice now that all the floors have been carpeted here, probably for this reason.
"Hi," she says in a sweet voice, startling you out of your open-mouthed stare. "I'm Lily. You're Sarah, right?"
"Y-yeah," you stammer out, staring openly, a deep crimson painted on your cheeks.
"I'll be your guide for the first few months at this school. Your roommate is going to be pretty late, or so I was told. Here, take these. You'll need 'em here."
She holds out her hand. Her fingers are clenched around a set of bracelets, identical to hers. She watches as you cautiously slip them over your wrist.