Hope
I trail behind Kaleb and step into the changing room, heading straight for the locker labeled with a neat "Kendrick" tag already stuck on it. Inside, there's a neatly folded uniform and my bag. My missing bag is actually inside here with a written note that reads Welcome to Hell in bold letters.
I blink in bafflement and look around me, the other girls are chatting easily as they change; no one even notices my presence. They obviously didn't put my bag in there.
Well atleast I've found my bag. Kelly was probably innocent..
I've never really cared what people thought of my body before, but right now? Every insecurity I've ever buried is clawing its way to the surface.
The shorts are criminally short, and the shirt hangs awkwardly low—just enough to make it look like I don't have shorts on. No one says a word to me, but their sudden glances when I loudly jam my locker say enough. Like I'm a new species they haven't decided whether to mock or ignore.
