VII

THE FOLLOWING DAY, it had been announced in my school that uniform had become compulsory to wear. Obviously, as I being a student, I despised the decision because I preferred wearing my band tees and skinny jeans but now I was forced to wear skirts and blouses, exposing my fat self.

Another reason to add to my never ending list of reasons as to why I didn't want to school also included that I had in fact kissed my teacher, making it even more embarrassing since he was going to see me in my skirt with my barely visible thigh gap compared to other girls which were visible as fuck.

At least I could still wear my makeup, I mean, my makeup was routinely and I couldn't recognise myself without it; without my overdone eyeliner and coated black eyelashes. Same to do with nail varnish, my chipped black nail polish was everything to me, even Richard thought that black looked great on me.

I mean, I don't think I look great or whatever, but I feel better as to when I'm not wearing black.