two.
[ in which your only footwear is homer simpson slippers ]
groups made their way to the front of the class one by one to present their rehearsed scenes of julius casear while everyone else's legs bounced and hearts raced from nerves of their long-awaited turn to perform.
you had desperately hoped to be paired with richie, your absolute best friend, but sadly was put to work with traci horne. the known slowest and dumbest girl in your grade.
your foot repeatedly tapped against the vinyl floor as you and richie had a silent conversation from across the class in an attempt to calm your nerves.
the conversation was cut short by the teacher's voice calling up you and your partner to perform your scene.
"y/l/n and horne. you're up."
you hopped out of your seat and rushed to the front of the class, re-adjusting your bedsheet toga."what mean yo-" before the first line is fully uttered, the teacher stops you.
"ms. y/l/n, where are your shoes?"
with that remark, everyone's eyes are redirected to your feet wearing nothing but pink socks covered in little cartoon lemons.
your face flushed red as you stammer out your explanation,
"m-my only other option is slippers."
you spoke mostly to the floor.ms. pellah instructed she'd rather you wear those, so your socked feet padded over to your bag.
regrettably, you pull on the slippers and slowly walk back up to the front of the class.everyone looks back at your feet and sees you wearing extremely puffy homer simpson slippers.
not being able to look anyone else in the face, you peek at richie and see he's looking at you like you're insane.
you nonchalantly flip him off and send him a wink before continuing on your scene.
after richie said he thought your slippers were awesome, you can bet you wore them the rest of the day.
[ every single word of this actually happened to me if you change richie to my best friend's name oops ]