Petition?
"Hello? Helloooo!? Earth to Lyn!" a boy named Ethan, whom I call my best friend since eighth grade, had snapped his fingers multiple times in my face to get my attention. "Huh?" I snapped my head to the side to face him. "Stop making goo-goo eyes to Mr.muscles over there and answer my question" He snickered looking over to where I had been previously zoning out while looking at my crush's biceps. "What question?" I had no clue what he was talking about. "Ugh... you need to get your head out of the clouds and in the game." He rolled his eyes and waved a piece of paper in my face as he starts blabbering. "I asked you if you would sign this petition to let students wear what they want for the last week of school~" He grins, obviously proud of himself. "Yeah right, if we get enough signatures then we all know the cheerleaders would be only wearing thongs and a piece of cloth that they call a pathetic excuse for a skirt." I puffed out my chest in annoyance. "I'm not complaining if that were to happen..." he comments nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes and snatched the paper from his hands and signed it. "Whatever," I said to my friend before going deep into thought 'Even if I was able to wear a mini-skirt without getting into trouble, I doubt I'd look good in one.' my thoughts kept me from noticing someone in front of me until I was being dragged into the boy's locker room.
