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y/n pulled down her skirt as she entered the hallway, making sure that it was at knee level. the last thing she needed was to get lectured by the dean. already putting up with the bullshit from all of the boys near her dorm, her mental state couldn't afford anymore attention on her body. 
that's probably the second thing she hated most about her boarding school. the first being that they were literally outside of the city, yet so far away, so she couldn't run away from her problems. 
her arms were full with her sketch book & other necessities, leaving her vulnerable to anyone who was looking to approach her. 
as she passed the dean, she closed her eyes & exhaled a breath, pleased that she hadn't said anything. she hated mrs. fraughty with a passion. the dress code at the boarding school is extremely strict & it hit y/n the harshest, seeing as boys wouldn't leave her alone. 
sure she had developed early & she hated that even more, because she was always an easy target. it wasn't her fault that her skirt would rise on its own, making her having to constantly pull it down. 
it wasn't her fault her chest sat so boldly in her dress shirt, making her always have to make sure the buttons of her blouse were still closed. 
& it most certainly wasn't her fault when all of the boys, & some really insecure girls, would call her a slut, simply because she filled her clothes out better than any of the others. 
she was literally wearing the same exact thing as them, yet she was the one to get slut shamed for it? it was bullshit. the school, the systems & the kids. all bullshit. 
she couldn't wait to leave, it was her dream ever since her family put her in boarding school at the age of thirteen. even as she was physically going through puberty, she was constantly harassed. 
she glanced down at her shoes, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone as she rounded the corner, stepping into the library. 
she casted her glance over at the librarian, gladys. she was an older lady, she wore a cardigan almost everyday & had her hair in a bun, reading a book.
y/n licked her dry lips & hesitantly made her way over to the counter, not so patiently waiting for gladys to look up. when she failed to catch her attention, she cleared her throat. 
gladys looked up & gave a small smile, "sorry dear, i was getting to the good part." 
y/n shrugged it off. "it's fine..." 
gladys glanced down at the books in her arms. "here to return something?" 
"oh no... i was wondering where the stephen king books... would be?" she awkwardly asked.
gladys furrowed her eyebrows & sprawled her hand out onto the counter as she thought for a moment. "i believe stephen king would be... fourth isle... in the supernatural fiction area!"