[ WP ] Its your first day back at school , but a new rule change this year causes an uproar .

`` I'm not going. I wan na change schools.'' I harrumphed at my parents. 
 
 `` Kelsey, you'll be okay. It's just a uniform. It evens the playing field. Rich or poor, everyone will look the same. It might do you some good judging people on their personalities instead of their clothes.'' My mom trailed off. My dad just sat there. He knew not to get in the middle of this. 
 
 After another 20 minutes of going back and forth I finally was forced to go to school. In that dreaded outfit, I wanted to die. Ugh. Navy blue half-button up collar. IT'S SO NOT IN THIS SEASON. Those horrid starched khaki slacks. Not even skinny slacks. Straight legged. Like I was some sort of homely woman with no style. I did n't even have shoes to match. Come on! I was forced to wear my mom's plain slingbacks. What is this, the 90's? 
 
 I walk up to my friends and see them in the same thing as me, but a different variety of black, or red shirts and blue slacks. Jessica was one of the one's wearing red. She so should n't have. It's sooo not her color. She's already a bit on the chunky side. The red was n't doing her any favors. Michael was wearing a black shirt, but like two sizes too small. I guess he was trying to show off how much he had worked out over the summer? I kinda liked it... He did go from a low 7 to a high 8. I might let him take me out on a date. 
 
 Mallory was wearing a black skirt with a red top. What?! We can wear skirts? Oh my mom is gon na take me shopping when I get home. I can definitely rock a skirt better than Mal. She's my best friend, but with her short stubby legs... She should stick to pants. Jake is wearing a shirt that's about a few sizes too big for him. And his pants are sagging. Since when did he join a gang? He's like the whitest kid I know. Puh-leeze. Put on something that fits. 
 
 This is awful. There are new kids here. I do n't even know if I want to be friends with them. They seem nice, but they could be, ya know, *poor*. I ca n't associate myself with those types. I have a reputation to uphold! The girl's purse looks like a Vuitton, but the knock offs are getting pretty good lately. I'll just check out her car later. 
 
 I head to class and see my teacher. She's wearing nice clothes. Really cute nice clothes. What the hell? We're expected to look like prisoners but our teachers can wear whatever? So not fair! Ughhhhh. What is my lifeeee?
