Your conscience rails against you – telling you it's wrong to just snoop around without fully exploring all of the halls – but hey, no one's around, you'll be fine.
You grasp the rusty metal door handle and push the door open.
The room is for storage. You flip on the light switch and stare into the closet's contents.
There are hundreds of drab skirts, pants, blouses and button-down shirts, leather shoes, belts, socks, stockings, ties, and even white underclothes.
It occurs to you that the school does have a uniform. This must be where spares are kept for emergencies or when students don't follow the code correctly.
You wouldn't be caught dead wearing it though. Even though it would be amusing to disguise yourself and sneak around, such a harrowing deed is beyond your capacity. It's wrong, anyway.
You close the door and back away. |