บท 83: Highschool - 1

The clicking of my heels on the tile floor wasn't the only thing that made me stand out from the unwashed masses gathering in the freshman wing of Thomas Jefferson High. For my first day of high school (my first day of school ever, if you want to get technical) I decided to make a lasting first impression. With each step of my stiletto heeled black calf high boots, my back-to-school outfit taunted the dress code. The black skirt I wore wasn't overly tight, but it was plenty short. After all, I had to show off my legs and the black stockings I wore. Though I was wearing a bra, it still allowed for plenty of jiggles as I strutted the halls. Although the tight little black dress I wore came up to my neck, a small keyhole which revealed practically nothing dared the boys to get closer in hopes of catching a glance of cleavage.