Short Skirt Safety

Day 1

My alarm clock blared to wake me up but I had already been up since 4 am and it was now 6 am. I had and hour to get ready for school. I turned off my alarm and threw off my covers. A cold blanket of wind wrapped around my body. I looked at my balcony to see I left the door open last night. I decided to leave my balcony doors open since no one would look in, I hope. I walked to my dresser and pulled out my outfit for the day. I pulled off my pajama top and bottom neatly folding them and putting them on top of my dresser. I pulled light pink panties and a lace bra. I pulled on my light pink knee high socks and white halter crop top. I slipped on my short skater skirt that didn't cover much. I had always liked short skirts, not to be inappropriate, I just really likes them. I slipped on my white keds and put on deodorant and perfume. I tied a white sweater around my waist. I sat down at my vanity and looked in the mirror with disgust. I was very insecure and had always been ashamed of my thick thighs, prominent collar bones and cheek bones. I hated how my ribs were visible if I moved a certain way. I didn't like my large butt and bust, or my curves. I hated my small cold and fragile hands and small nose. I curled my ombre brown hair. I put on concealer, powder, mascara, baby pink lip stick, light silvery eye shadow, and did a cat eye with my black eyeliner. I grabbed my backpack and phone. I unlocked my phone so it displayed the time and saw it was 6:45. I walked downstairs to see my stepsister, sister, and stepbrother. "Good luck on your first day of school" my sisters smiled. "Don't talk to any boys, they are all stupid and confusing in highschool" my dad said hugging me. "Okay dad" I smiled falsely , rolling my eyes. "Oh Sarah I got you something" my stepbrother grinned handing me a very small box. I opened it and laughed. Inside was pepper spray, I picked up the bottle and set down the box. I slipped the pepper spray in my backpack and thanked him. "Hun go or you'll be late for your first day" my mom rushed handing me my car keys. I ran out the door and climbed in my white Lexus, it was still really nice, it was my stepsisters. I hurried out of the driveway and to school. I was already bored by the time I had parked in the school lot. I turned of my car and climbed out. A red convertible sat in the spot next to my car. The two guys in the back stared at my legs. "Hi are you new" the red head smiled. "Yeah, my names Sarah" I said calmly. "I'm Alex and these are Derek, max, and Emily" she smiled introducing me. I waved and said "it's nice to meet you". "We have to go but it was nice meeting you Sarah" Emily smiled. They rushed off and I looked head and at the school frowning. I started walking up across the courtyard trying to ignore the comments and wolf whistles. "I already hate this school" I muttered under my breath. "Hey new girl" some boy called out to me. He was wearing a hoodie, vans, and khaki's. He was fairly cute and his smile was compelling me to walk over to him. "Yeah" I said standing in front of him. "I'm Matthew what's your name" he smiled, a crooked smile. "I'm Sarah" I said with a fake slight smile. "Your new, where are you from" he said. "I'm from West Virginia" I replied. "Nice, what grade" he said. "Senior, but um do you know where I can get my schedule" I asked. "Yeah follow me" he said and lead me down the hallway. He lead me to the office and said "see you around". I gave him a slight wave and walked inside the office. "Hi I'm new, my names is Sarah Grace Caleb I'm a senior" I said. "Oh hun you don't need to give me your middle name to" the secretary smiled. "I know, my first name is two names, Sarah Grace" I said. "Oh, sorry sweetie. Here you go" she said handing me a small file. Her smile showed all of her teeth and her smile was to big for her face. I flashed a fake smile and walked out. I looked down at the papers she handed me and headed down the hallway swaying my hips. I finally found my locker and popped it open. I threw in my backpack and held my binder. I had Pre college English speaking and discussion. I closed my locker with a small groan. I jumped a little to see a guy smirking at me. He moved closer he made me nervous, not in a crush way but in way that showed he was trouble. "Hey babe" he smirked. "W-who are y-you" I stuttered nervously. He flipped me so I was against the lockers. One of his hands was on my hip and the other was pinned next to my head. I cleared my throat and my eyes were filled with innocence, I probably looked like a doe. "Don't worry about me kitten" he whispered next to my ear. I could feel his hot minty breath on my neck and I shivered. I was scared and I squeezed my eyes shut wishing I had my pepper spray right about know. I tried to shove him off me but he didn't budge. He brought his eyes to mine and his hand hit the side of my face. I whimpered and looked down. "Don't do that again, just stay still and obey me" he growled and brought his head to my neck. I nodded my head fighting the tears in the eyes. "Please stop" I whispered as his fingers pressed harshly into my flesh and against my hip bone. He started to kiss down my neck and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. He started to get more aggressive and I was too scared to fight him off. "Please stop, please" I whimpered. But he didn't stop and I was terrified. "Please I'm begging you, please stop" I whimpered. Suddenly the guy was thrown off me and was on the floor. I looked up with tears in my eyes. Matthew and two other boys stood there. I rushed into Matthew's arms as the two guys started to beat the perv up. "Are you okay" he whispered. "No, h-he wouldn't s-stop and I tried to push h-h-him off m-me but he" I stopped. "What did he do" Matthew asked worriedly. "He slapped me" I looked down ashamed. The Bell rang loudly saying it was time for class. I rushed out of Matthew's arms and down the hall willing away the tears that had remained. I finally found my class and opened the door and all eyes turned to me. Everyone seemed to be staring at my cheek. "Would you like to explain why your late miss Caleb" the teacher Mr.Roberts said. "I was looking for hell, and guess what. I walked into this school and tada found hell" I snapped sarcastically. The teacher and class erupted in laughter. "Nice one, now take your seat please" the teacher smiled. I looked at the class room with a blank face. The door opened and in walked Matthew. His eyes caught mine and he walked to the back taking his seat. "Miss Caleb you can sit next to Mr. Espinosa" the teacher said. I walked to the back and sat down next to Matthew. I avoided eye contact with him but I could feel him staring. I took notes as Mr. Roberts talked on and on. About halfway through class Mr. Roberts stopped talking. "Mr. Espinosa can you tell me your opinion on the discussion" he said frowning at Matthew. 's expression was blank and nervous. "If I may bud in" I said raising my hand. "Miss Caleb, you may" Mr. Roberts said with a look that showed he obviously didn't think I had anything intelligent to say. "Well the author obviously had something to say and of course that was his purpose in writing the novel. It was obvious he believed society was important and we all needed to be placed in a specific group. But the author had been placed in the highest point of the social structure. He was a rich and wealthy man, envied because of his money and lavish lifestyle. But because he had all the expensive things in life doesn't mean he had the characteristics of a good man. Where was his compassion and curiosity. In his novel he never showed the belief that religion, race, gender, sexuality, wealth, and nationality were the little things. He expressed that those things made us who were and how we should be labelled and placed. But what about who we really are. Just because someone seems a certain way when you talk to them doesn't mean that's real. What about our hobbies, fetish's, beliefs, dreams, goals, our favorite things. He never bothered to think about people's pain and struggles. Let's be honest, life's just a big social organization. Most of us will never to bother to try and really get to know people who aren't in our social group or have different smarts and amounts of money as us. We are so rude to think we are more superior than people without actually getting to know them. So let's face it, we are all pathetic, rude, selfish, terrified people living in a sickening society that we deny the possibility to refuse the rules and make things better. But we are all so self conscious and stupid we don't realize how terrible things are. We don't even know the difference between right and wrong, god or bad." I spoke. The room was silent and everyone looked at me surprised and wide eyed. "I thought you gonna be some bubble headed dumb slutty new girl. Boy was I wrong" some girl at the front burst. "No, she probably just copied someone's notes" some guy at the front said. "Hey asshole, you wanna say that to my face." I said. Matthew looked at me wide eyed and the teacher looked interested. "Yeah, I think your a slutty, dumb bubble headed new girl" he said standing up. I burst out laughing and everyone looked confused. I stood up holding my binder and notes. I walked over to his desk. I dropped my laughing all at once and gave the guy a death glare. The room was silent and all eyes were on me. I leaned over so my mouth ghosted over his ear. "You don't know shit about me. So you might want to check yourself before you go judging me" I whispered into his ear. I leaned up with a smirk. "Got it babe" I said lowly. He nodded slightly. I sashayed to the door. "Miss Caleb where do you think your going" Mr. Roberts said. "To go brush my black Jewish gay drag queen unicorn" I said with a smile. "Okay you go do that" he laughed. "Your welcome for the distraction Matthew" I said before walking out of the room. I walked down the hallway and to my locker. I looked at my schedule I had three free periods, how, I am blessed. My next class was a free period and my last two periods of the day were free.