Either way, you slip on your glasses, hoodie, jeans, and the rest so your day can begin.Of course, you put on the necklace. You tuck it under your col...ar and give it an assuring pat. Today should be fun.You've thought long and hard about it. Though you don't know exactly what every one of them are doing nowadays, a group of four girls pestered you constantly both in middle school and high school. Not that you think about it, some may have even done the same in elementary school. It's time to. And finally I knew I muststart to think about sprucing up my appearance, which I had cheerfullyignored for a long time.I don't think I've ever been all that vain. Even when I was young Iwasn't specially pretty, and after I had the kids and not altogether bycoincidence my husband lost interest in me, I took less care about thesethings. Since moving to the flat I had put on six pounds and magicalthinking didn't work to restore my waistline - I blamed this on the factI now had far less house. Literally. I had shaved the day before, and now my groin was itchy. I tried scratching it through my sweatpants, but that didn’t work. I tried again, reaching under my sweatpants and itching through my boxers. Still nothing. At this point, my body mistook my intentions and decided to pitch a very visible tent in my sweatpants.Luckily, I sat in the back corner of class, and when I angled my chair a certain way, nobody could see, not even the teacher. As far as embarrassment went, I was safe.. Once at the dining hall, while Robert and Sam held the doors open, all the campers walked in quietly and made their way to their usual tables here the sat down. At the head table, Baker and Small were first flabbergasted by the sight of all the naked campers, then angry.Baker stood up and walked around the table to face the group."This is an outrage! Who is responsible for this unseemly behavior?" ..." No one spoke or made a sound, whatsoever."Speak up! Who organized this ... this ... display?".