You laugh a little and get to your everyday boring classes, sleeping in most and learning next to nothing. Your friends keep you just on the line before failing.
You tell your teacher of your last class to go to the washroom and instead go to the locker room while no one is around. You almost get caught by a hall patrol but get away by hiding behind a vending machine.
Inside, you are glad no one was in there. The room was filled with the smell of perfume and hairspray. You could see a few bits and pieces of assorted clothing.
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