But, as I put on my sweatpants and a hoodie to catch my 8 AM, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t look right somehow; I didn’t look like myself anymore. I mean I looked like me, but not how I could look. The club had showed me that. Things could be different for me. I wanted to be in the corset and ruffled panties with a pair of high heels and deep red lipstick. It made me feel confident and beautiful. But, when I walked into my class in my sweatpants, I just felt like every other girl that was taking the test. Though looking at some of their hair, I could see I fared better than others, and one girl actually look like she pulled some out. I felt sorry for her. I was still definitely concerned about my grades, but considering I was waiting for cops show up at any moment, I had bigger fish to fry. But I kept my head down, and did my work the rest of the week, soaring through my midterms and feeling good about myself by the time Thursday rolled around.
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