I would have loved to have been enrolled in one of those antique schools that housed the supernatural students of our youth but my mom was low on funds and my dad believed that I could receive the same amount of education outside of public school.
So here I am, in this lame uniform that’s reminiscent of a nuns skirt cut too short above my knees for me not to get in trouble for violation of school code, a white button down shirt and a blazer that reads Magnolia High.
