It’s the first day of high school, and I’m nervous.  What am I going to wear?  You have to understand that it’s not my normal personality to stand in front of the mirror, look at my outfit, say “Ewwwww, what was I thinking?”, and strip down again for the hundredth time. 

  The problem is the school dress code.

  A week before school started, all incoming freshmen had to visit the school and sit through an hour-long lecture about the appropriate and inappropriate school clothes.  I thought I had all the information down (basically the dress code is more for girls than guys and you can’t dress like you’re in a gang) but now I’m not so sure.  The principal seemed selectively okay or offended by what the models (senior girls and senior guys) were wearing based on their appearance.  But I could’ve been misreading it; I have been and will always be too quick to judge people.

  I settle on my favorite outfit.  I already know it breaks one of the dress code rules, the one about not wearing clothing with skulls, but it is a tasteful design.  The skull has pink lipstick smeared on its nonexistent lips and is wearing a frilly pink bow on its bare head.  Oh, so threatening.  But the rules are the rules, I guess.  I cover it up with a button-up white polo shirt.  At least I’m wearing semi-appropriate blue jeans; there’s no holes and they’re not so low rise I won’t be flashing anyone.  The only problem is that I’m wearing a spiky belt over the jeans.  It’s not like I’m going to rip off the belt and start beating people with it.  Overall, I think I’m dressed okay for my first day.  If not, I’m pretty sure the principal has more important things to worry about than what one insignificant freshmen is wearing.

  I walk into the school and find my locker.  So far, nobody’s commented on the skull.  Of course, I played a role in that.  Before walking into the building, I buttoned the shirt up to just above the design.  Only I had forgotten that white is see-through.

  “Excuse me young lady,” a voice above me booms.  It’s the principal.  My second mistake was I had forgotten that his office is right across from my locker.