The Polibio Enterprises is an infamous business and a notorious last name. Many know of it to be a gang with deadly rumors and legendary scandals. The name is famous through out Italy and the East Coast of America. Mattia Polibio is next in line to...
"Shit! Shit!" I hissed frantically throwing all of the books I needed into my bag. My alarm didn't go off this morning and I was about to be late to my first day of classes.
I glanced at my roommates side of the bed wondering where the hell she was. She still hadn't moved her things in yet and I highly doubt she's going to make it to class.
Fine with me, I'm too stressed and nervous right now to be worried about introductions and first impressions.
I hurriedly put on my black stockings that we have to wear with our uniform. I placed my feet into my new Oxford shoes, rolling my eyes at the style. I would never normally be wearing something like this.
I grabbed my uniform out of the dry cleaning bag that my dad had brought for me. I took out the clothes and my heart somehow dropped even lower.
This looked way too small.
I shimmied the skirt up and groaned I was right. Curse my farther for not knowing my correct size and measurements. How could I blame him men usually don't have a clue about these things.
The skirt was short to say the least. I pivoted in front of the full length mirror that was attached to our closet door.
"Shit"! I said for the millionth time. It barely covered my ass, it's like the towel nightmare all over again.
I grabbed the white button up shirt praying to god this would fit better. Half way buttoning it up and my heart went from my stomach to my toes.
I stared in the mirror, my chest looked like it was about to bust out from the seams. I frantically searched through all my things praying I could find a safety pin. No luck.
I looked back in the mirror, the buttons looked like they were going to pop open on my chest. Curse me and my double d's.
I took my hair out of its braids and it cascaded down my waist, I tried the best I could to use it as coverage over my chest, but it still wasn't enough.
"Fuck it"! I said and grabbed a California crew neck I had sitting on my bed. No one will say anything if I just throw this on, I bet other people will wear jackets and other miscellaneous clothes with their uniform.
I grabbed my phone and texted my dad, "wrong size for uniform! I need new ones asap, my shirt is way too small"!
Dad: "can you cover it with the school blazer".
"What blazer...." I texted back.
Dad: "shoot I knew I forgot something, I promise I will over night ship the blazer today and I will call and order new uniforms. Please let me know the correct sizes. Have a good first day, you'll do amazing figlia <3"
I groaned loudly, luck will never be on my side.
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