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Mrs Nolan (thinking):
What on earth is she wearing?

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
Ella. What exactly do you think you’re wearing?

Ella (thinking):
Oh god. No. No no no. They can see me.

Daisy (thinking):
Is that a poster? Like an actual poster?

Daisy (aloud):
Wow. That’s a bold statement.

Imara (thinking):
What even is that? Did she wrap a sign around her waist?

Imara (aloud):
Why is she wearing that ridiculous sign?

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
This has to be a joke. She’s not even wearing a skirt.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
That is not proper uniform. And you are not dressed appropriately to be wandering the corridor.
Where is your skirt?

Ella (thinking):
Say something. Say anything.
I can’t. I can’t speak.

Daisy (thinking):
She’s actually wearing it. That pink thing. Wait—

Daisy (aloud):
Is that a poster?

Imara (aloud):
It’s definitely a poster.

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
She looks terrified. But I still have to do something. She can’t go around like this.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
I don’t care what’s happened. You can’t walk around in… in whatever that is.
This is a school, not an art installation.

Daisy (thinking):
Okay, that was actually kind of funny.

Daisy (snorting):
Heh.

Imara (thinking):
Wait… I think there’s something written on it.

Imara (aloud):
Wait—read the poster. What’s it say?

Daisy (thinking):
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
This is golden.

Daisy (barely holding back laughter):
“I’M A BIG GIRL NOW (BUT STILL WEAR PULL-UPS!)”


Imara (thinking):
No way. That’s hilarious. I need a photo of this.

Imara (aloud):
Hold still, just for a sec—

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
No. Not acceptable. They’re making it worse.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
Daisy. Detention for laughing when you should be showing better judgment.
Imara. Detention for using your phone in the corridor.

Daisy (thinking):
Wait, what? That’s not fair—

Daisy (aloud):
Sorry, Miss…

Imara (thinking):
Ugh. Worth it though.

Imara (aloud):
Putting it away, Miss.

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
And Ella…
Oh Ella.
What happened to you?

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
Ella. Detention for your state of undress. This is unacceptable.

Ella (thinking):
Just die. Just disappear. Please.

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
At least let me fix this. Poor girl’s blouse is all twisted.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
Let me adjust this for you.

Ella (thinking):
No—don’t—don’t—!

Mrs Nolan (thinking, pausing):
Wait. That’s…
Is that padded?

Mrs Nolan (gently):
Why are you wearing a padded bra?
You do realize this is against school dress code and policy?

Ella (thinking):
No no no no no don’t look don’t say it don’t—

Ella (aloud, barely a whisper):
I… I…

Ella (thinking):
Cover it. Just cover it.
Hide it. Hide everything.

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
Oh… sweetheart.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
We’ll deal with this later.
I won’t ask you to explain yourself out here in the corridor.

Ella (thinking):
Wait. Is that…
Is she helping me?

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
Just keep walking. Get her out of sight. Then fix this.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
Come on.
You two are coming as well.
Since you’ve both found time to gossip and laugh in the middle of a lesson, you can walk with us.

Imara (thinking):
Ugh. Seriously? She’s making us walk with her?

Imara (aloud, muttering):
We didn’t even do anything that bad…

Daisy (thinking):
I was just laughing…
Okay maybe that was harsh.

Daisy (aloud):
Do we have to?

Mrs Nolan (firmly):
Now.

Ella (thinking):
Just walk. Just keep walking.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Daisy (whispering):
…can’t believe she stuffed it…

Imara (whispering):
She really thought no one would notice?

Ella (thinking):
They know.
They know.

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
Just get them to Nurse Jenkins. Then deal with the rest.

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
Crossroads ahead. Straight on. The nurse’s office is at the end—right before the front entrance.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
Keep walking. No more interruptions.

Ella (thinking):
Don’t let it slip. Please don’t let it slip. Just a little further.

Daisy (thinking):
It’s wobbling. That thing’s gonna fall.

Imara (thinking):
She’s holding it too loose.

Ella (aloud, whispering):
Please stay. Please stay on…

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
I should’ve found her something else to wear. That poster—
Oh no.

Ella (gasping):
No—no—!

Daisy (aloud):
It fell off!

Imara (thinking):
Oh god. She’s—

Daisy (thinking):
Granny pants. Actual granny pants. And that bra—
Wait. Is that… tissue?

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
Stuffed. That bra is stuffed. Oh, Ella…

Imara (aloud):
She stuffed her bra?

Ella (thinking):
They know.
They all know.
Everyone knows.

Ella (aloud, voice breaking):
Don’t look at me.

Daisy (thinking):
She looks like she’s going to burst into tears. I… maybe that wasn’t funny.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
Enough. We keep walking. No comments.

Imara (thinking):
Why do I feel bad now?

Mrs Nolan (thinking):
There’s the door. Nurse Jenkins. Just get her inside.

Mrs Nolan (aloud):
Right here. Turn right.

Ella (thinking):
Please shut the door. Please shut it.

The four of them enter the nurses office and the door slams shut on the corridor temporarily ending Ella’s misery…