Opposites Attract? ....MY SNOW WHITE ASS!

Chapter Eighteen: So It Begins

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In case that didn't give enough away – that was the sad song of the last pair of jeans I own ripping as I yanked them on. Revealing a perfect flawless view of my lovely penguin panties.

"Craap." I emphasized loudly while attempting to take the jeans off.

Now what am I supposed to wear to school?

I haven't done laundry in a month.

I'm running out of clothes.

My own fault I know, but that still doesn't solve my issue.

What should I wear?

My Garfield fuzzy pajama pants?

......It's happening.

I dug in my drawer and pulled out the last clean article of clothing I had for the bottom half, and a black shirt. After I, uh, got dressed I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Nice dressing routine, really, you should win an award for most lethargic fat ass of the decade.

Do they have those?

You need serious help.

"SAMANTHA! YOU ARE ALREADY FIVE MINUTES LATE!" My mother jabbered loudly from downstairs.

I grabbed my bag and keys as I slipped on my slippers, and bolted out of the house.

When I flung the door open I stormed over to the office for a late slip, completely and utterly out of breath. I rested both my arms on the counter, and attempted to slow the pace of my heart down.

"Ms. Olsen," The lady with a nose the shape of Frosty the snowman's greeted, "Why are you late?"

"Overslept," I answered bleakly.

She didn't seem too pleased. "Do you have a note?"

"No, I overslept." I echoed, and rolled my eyes.

Frosty the bitter snowman scribbled something on a pink slip, and handed it to me rudely. I gave her a foul look, and snatched it hastily.

I was about to exit, and....

"What are you wearing?" She inquired the disapproval in her voice obvious. "That is violating dress code."

I gripped the doorknob tighter, and wrinkled my nose as I turned my head to face her slowly.

"Why are you wearing that?"

I cleared my throat, "My bodacious booty doesn't quite fit my jeans anymore."

Frosty didn't seem to understand.

"I suffer from piggy syndrome." I clarified, suppressing a groan. "My jeans all ripped."

She swallowed hard, and her cheeks turned to a tint of red, and she waved me off sympathetically.

When I reached my first class, of course everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at me as if I were a mime coming to entertain them. Granted I wasn't far from looking like one, but they could at least act like I wasn't in the room.

My teacher cross examined me, and then shook her head with a small sigh, knowing she couldn't do anything that I would care about.

"Nice of you to join us," She seethed, and grabbed my pink slip, nearly giving me a paper cut.

I held my arms up, "Well pardon me mam."

She jeered at me, and then gestured for me to sit down. When Sean's seat still remained empty I bit my lip, and tried to stop the aching feeling that grew in the pit of my stomach.