It was a new school year. New High school, new people, new surroundings. Nobody knew each other, it was like a complete fresh start, from the zero

Most of the people were already in class, trying to socialize together and gather some friends. You soon made it too, but you paused in front of the classroom, slightly nervous. You have to wear a corset brace because of scoliosis. It's not severe, but still needs a brace.

You took a deep breath, and walked in. Everybody noticed you, the girls smiled and waved you a hello, some nicer boys too, other boys just nodded, or ignored you. They did notice your brace, but didn't question it, knowing why you had it. From common sense of course.

But there was this girl, clearly a pick me from the first look. At least 10 pounds of make up, baby pink and white clothes (obviously a crop top and the miniest mini skirt), and that bitchy look.

Amy: "Um, why are you wearing that corset? Are you trying to attract the boys?" she asked, clearly not realizing, or not even knowing, what a corset brace was.