Your conscience rails against you – telling you it's wrong to just snoop around without fully exploring all of the halls – but you decide to open the door. The last one on the hall you're in.
You grasp the muddy metal door handle and push the door open.
True to your intuition, the room is for storage. You flip on the light switch and stare into the closet's contents.
There are hundreds of skirts, pants, blouses and button-down shirts, leather shoes, belts, socks, stockings, ties, and even white underclothes.
It occurs to you that the school does have a uniform. This must be where spares are kept for emergencies or when students don't follow the code correctly. |