THIRTY-FOUR C

Lacey came out of the shower with a towel wrapping her. She made her way to her locker. She blinked once when she saw it was open. She rushed towards it and looked inside. She saw her top first. Picking it up, pieces of the grey fabric fell to the ground. Shocked and confused, she examined it. There were holes in it. She grabbed her skirt and it was the same. Her clothes had been cut. Her forehead creased, her breathing slowly deepened. What the heck it this? She looked up from the mess and looked around. Abby stood with her hands on her hips. A triumphant smile on her face. "Isn't it about time you dressed a little different? We decided to help and speed it along." She tilted her head. Her friends laughing behind her. She held up the scissors. "How do you expect to keep Tate in those rags." She laughed. "I would look for a better word. But they were just as much rags as they are now." Lacey's grip on her skirt tightened. "Your gym clothes were all sweaty. So we took care of tho