I yanked on my black t-shirt, trying to make it fit the way it did when I bought it.
It didn’t change. I sighed and examined my class scedule.
“first period m. rodham english, Building 5,room 504 here I come” I muttered under my breath, and trudged forward.
I had to ask for directions nearly five times until I found the dumb building sitting on the back corner of the campus.
“you’re late.” A man muttered without looking up.
I nodded and kept moving until I found the nearest seat.
When I was safely situated I looked around.
So many glares. Did I miss something? Was wearing black considered unglodly to them? hmm?
“Nice Hair.” This comment was followed by a parade of laughter. I looked down trying to ignore it.
My personal analysis. Period one… sucks.
I got out as fast as I could, and as semi expected was followed by howling laughter halfway down the hallway. People were’t very approving of blue hair these days.
i shoved past a group of whispering seniors, and hurried through the door.