Rina

RINA

Pressing my books tight against my chest, and with my bag hanging on my shoulder, I marched to my department theater. I kept some distance from my classmates, and by distance, I meant nothing less than five feet. I did so for two reasons;

One—because of my famed status as Piccolo Maestro’s wretched maid. And two, my dressing. The extra large T-shirt and the knee length pants left me looking like an overfed pig. In fact, I appeared inflated, and despite this reality, a tiny smile sat on my face. I had even chuckled in the bathroom before leaving for school. I'd laugh, feeling both sad and amused.

After what I'd gone through on Friday, I made the strong resolution to change my wardrobe. As fate may have it, my weekly wage dropped on Saturday. I'd wasted no time in hitting the nearest local store to get some appropriate clothing. One that would keep Piccolo Maestro off my case. If looking weird was the price I'd pay to have peace—oh, hell yes. I was willing to pay that price.

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