My teachers always told me learning to read and write would pay off. Well it looks like they did. Very glad to see many of you liked my typo and missing-word filled writing. I hope I can keep up those virtues in the next part of the story. Thank you to everyone who read part one, especially the 6 of ~2,000 readers who thanked me. Let's see where Lacey goes from here. Maybe she dies!! Spoiler: She doesn't die...
Bad Luck Lacey: The Second Part
PART I: IMMEDIATELY AFTER PART X
“As you can see the rain has only picked up here,” the pretty newswoman exclaimed, struggling to stand upright amongst the torrential downpour and gale winds.
Lacey stepped inside the school’s Enfermary—yes, it was an infirmary, but the spelling mistake was never fixed for some reason—and caught the scene unfolding on a small TV on the nurse’s desk. Lacey also caught the eyes of two young boys sitting against the wall.
At least two boys who didn’t see her she thought.
“I need to go home. I’m sick,” Lacey said, a flat, serious intonation in her voice, her sopping-wet clothes producing a small puddle at her feet
Sensing that now familiar feeling of bare flesh, Lacey shifted her focus downward, noticing that her drenched pants had starting sagging, and now hung quite low on her hips. She shot her right hand down to hold them up, not wanting any more exposure today, or for the rest of her life for that matter.
“You don’t look sick…hmm…all right fine you can go.”
“Thank you so much.”
The nurse jotted down some notes in her record, then handed Lacey a slip to take to the school’s administrative office.
“It is really coming down,” the newswoman continued.
Lacey reached out with both hands and felt gravity’s tug on the heavily soaked jeans. Lacey was able to catch them just before anything too private became public. Her eyes darted at the two boys, whose eyes were pointed directly at the back of her problematic pants.
There’s no way they could’ve seen anything she thought.
Lacey headed out, shooting daggers at the two boys.
“My mom said you should always wear underwear,” one of the boys said.
Lacey said nothing back. She only hurried out faster, but in her haste, she failed to notice the large muddy puddle right outside that both of her legs dipped into, caking on even more unwanted weight.
“Ugh, these jeans are ruined,” Lacey fumed, tightening her already strong grip just to keep them from a rapid vertical drop.
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