Entangled

The rest of the weekend flies by after Saturday's shenanigans. Walking into school Monday morning is like entering the battle for the fittest. The entire student population is dressed to impress. I wasn't one of them. Today happened to be a dress-down day, which I wasn't aware of because my uniform-filled body stuck out like a sore thumb.

I can't ignore the snickering and finger-pointing as I walk through the building. I'm used to this. I grew up having to deal with it. To me, it was just another day. It was a good thing that I'd shown up here in uniform. My band shirts and distressed jeans were worlds apart from the clothes that covered their bodies. You can't pay me money to wear the revealing clothes I've seen on several of the girls I've passed thus far.