You somehow ended up in a situation where you have to run laps in a white dress, it was going wel… until you tripped. You fell to the ground with a bang and a group of girls rushed to cover you but it was too late, everybody saw your underwear. You got up with tears streaming down your face and ran to the lockeroom. You swing your locker open to find a sweater that wasn’t there before. You wrap it around your ripped dress without a second thought and don’t take a second to think: whose is this