It was my first day of senior year. I walked into my school feeling excited and anxious, but most of all, happy it was my last first day of high school.
The last thing I expected was to be “dress-coded,” especially in the semi-conservative outfit I had on.
As I was in line to get my book bag checked, one of my school’s administrators points and yells at me, “You, come here.”
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