On the way home she remarked, “Kelsey, you are awful quiet. Is everything alright?” I answered quite honestly, “Yeah, mom, I’m fine. I am just...exhausted. I was up most of last night studying for finals. I have not been sleeping well. I am just tired.” We arrived at the house around ten o'clock. Michael was still not home. Feeling somewhat abandoned, I told my parents that I was tired, which I actually was, and made my excuses to retire early. I was in bed by eleven. Despite being hurt and mad. Why don't we measure you to getyour bra size, then we can head over to the lingerie department forthe fun part - picking out some pretty bras, and then we can go intothe ladies' dressing room to attach your "new breasts"! With that,Rebecca pulled out a long measuring tape and first measured the breastforms, then wrapped the tape around my chest while making some notes."OK, sweetie, you're a 32B, remember that," she said.As we walked towards the lingerie department, Rebecca explained to methe. “Go to the office, please.”Jeremy heaved a sigh, picked up his rucksack, and went to the door. When he got to the office after dropping his rucksack off in his locker, he was ushered into a small conference room next to the head teacher’s office and found over a dozen kids already there, milling around and talking angrily, complaining about their bad luck. Two girls were in a corner, crying softly. Jeremy noticed a stack of Program booklets on a table; he picked one up.“Hey everyone,” he. Tim saw the tickets vanish into thin air. "He stole them!" Tim cried."Stole what?" Tiny demanded.Tim found that he couldn't say what I stole. "Um... my things. They disappeared into thin air!" If it was a weapon, then I'd feel safer with it being disappeared forever, you little twerp." No... I mean it..." I've already told you. You're French for 'get out of here.'"Tiny had an interesting way with words.Tim Hawking got the message and left slowly, his eyes constantly looking on the ground where.