Dear Journal,

After having the second embarrassment of my life, it happened again. What is going on with me?! What is up with my clothes?! I mean do I have a case of bad luck of buying bad clothes or did someone put a curse on me?! You’d think that I would’ve been relieved of this nonsense but here it is again. What am I going to do if this keeps happening more and more frequently? I only got lucky last time because this happened during class and the hallways were empty. Also ducking into the nearby bushes kinda helped until night fall when everyone had gone to sleep. By now probably everyone in school knows of my predicaments now and all because of what happened.

It all began early morning yesterday as I woke up, still feeling rather unnerved from what had happened the day before. I made it my goal that I get dressed in whatever and head out to get change to wash my clothes. I also had to make a dash into the convenience store to grab some detergent as well. That was my first mistake but I’ll explain a little later about it. So I went back to my apartment and gathered all my clothes and headed towards the Laundromat to get them washed once and for all before something happened. After getting everything washed and dried, I went back upstairs and placed all the clothes on the bed. I thought I was home free since nothing had happened so I figured I’d stay in these clothes I was in and headed outside to enjoy the day since it was a weekend.

I headed downstairs after exiting my apartment and walked down the walkway towards the gate. I didn’t think anything else would happen until I felt chunks of something sticky and wet land on my head and all over me. My ears instantly caught some giggling coming from above me. I looked up with daggers in my eyes towards these kids that were on a balcony with a small pot of it. I screamed towards the kids on something to the effect about calling their parents and they ran off. I stomped my feet somewhat as I walked back towards my apartment, dripping in what appeared to be oatmeal or porridge. Lots of it even managed to go down my shirt and in my bra and it was just a nasty feeling. I had no choice but to go back and change.

At least I had washed my clothes because I was down to my last bit of clothing, which was now useless to wear. Once getting into my apartment and into the bathroom, I pulled off everything off my body and took a shower. At times I pounded the wall in anger because these kids have caused trouble around the area before and yet the parents are unwilling to do anything about it because they didn’t give a damn. Anyways, after I got cleaned I went into my bedroom and looked at the pile of clean clothes. “Better than nothing I guess,” I said to myself as I dug into it and looked for my school uniform. I acquired a pair of hot pink panties with black elastic on them along with a white bra that had black dots on them. I had a hard time trying to get into them and they felt rather tight on me.

There was no way I could’ve outgrown these already because I only bought them about a few months ago. For some reason, my eyes looked at the detergent box that lay on my bed and that’s when I realized it. I grabbed the cheap detergent by mistake. I cussed out loudly as I had realized that I just probably ruined most of my clothes. Out of anger I just grabbed my school uniform and fought to put them on. The skirt was only a little trouble but it was the blouse that was rather tight. To think that I had spent about $50 on this uniform too. At least they didn’t gape as much between the buttons but I could feel the material wearing thin.

So I headed out once again, this time being on alert for those brats. They were nowhere to be seen so I hurried to walk out the front gate before they come back out again. I figured I would head towards the library to use their computers since there was an internet outage, only because I used Croax Cable for my internet. As I walked down towards the building, I felt rather silly in these clothes because for one, the skirt was just a few inches smaller now and the blouse only gave hints of what bra she wore under.

As I continued to walk towards the corner, I was suddenly bumped to the side by a bunch of people who were doing some sort of jogging marathon for curing some random disease. I struggled to get up, but I just simply waited on the grass until everyone had passed me. Finally, when the last person had gone, I was able to get back up. I took a few steps forward and saw some of the joggers who were turning their heads to look at me. At first I thought they were interested in me and smiled. I took another step forward before being jerked to a halt. I twisted around as the waistband to my skirt dug into me. For most of the joggers who were behind, got their view of my bum clad in hot pink panties, on display below my caught-up skirt.

Eventually, I managed to pull my skirt from the offending branch from a bush that caught my skirt. I turned around and saw some of them were giving whistles and laughs. I swear I could feel my face just burn mad like the sun. I smoothed my skirt back down and continued my way around the corner. Suddenly I felt a pop on my blouse. I looked down and gasped as I saw just where the button had burst off, just enough for anyone to spot her little bow on her bra instantly. I instantly held it closed with my left hand, hoping nothing else goes wrong.

I managed to finally reach the library and shuffled through the crowd of people and towards the doors. I could feel many eyes just staring at me as I walked through but as I was trying hard to ignore them, I literally hit the doors with a good loud thump. I should’ve just taken a clue right there that I should’ve just retreated to my home but I didn’t and quickly sat down on an empty bench to massage my poor nose.

“Library doors don’t open until nine,” one of the girls said to me. “Its ten-to.” I sort of covered my face, not wanting to be recognized even though I didn’t know who she was and said, “Yeah… thanks.” Then the girl continued, “Oh and the paint on that bench is wet.” The look on my face was just pure disbelief as I said, “What?!” I instantly leapt up, feeling a sticky pulling as I did. I squirmed around just enough to see the bottle-green strips painted across the back of my clothes. “Damn it!” Right there, all hell broke loose as the button on my skirt decided to pop off. My skirt started to slide down one side, and once again my panties on display.

I tried grabbing my skirt but as I did, I ended up with paint on my hands as I tugged it back up. I instantly began to walk off but I stopped just after 20 steps after feeling and seeing a ring of white material slide from my shoulder down to rest on my wrist. At first I didn’t know what until a second later I realized what it was, my sleeve! My blouse decided to fall apart right there as the other sleeve also came off. I began to move around so much that the buttons came loose and fall off. The stitching down the sides grayed and then opened up. I looked up at the other students, hoping someone would help me out, but stood there laughing instead. My bra became exposed and my breasts were in danger of spilling out of them due to how tight the bra was on.

I turned around, wanting to just run away but I didn’t realize I had stumbled too close to where the neatly trimmed bushes were, snagging onto my skirt once again. As I tried to run, the branch caught my skirt and caused a good rip to appear on the back of my skirt. As the split widened and grew, the skirt gave up and fell to the floor like a useless piece of rag. As I turned around to grab what was left of my skirt, my bra decided to give up as well. The straps snapped off my shoulders and the hooks on the back gave away, exposing my breasts to anyone who was quick enough to spot them. I kind of let out a small shriek as I took off running, leaving what was left of my clothes there and headed back towards my apartment.

This time I am well damned sure that someone must’ve taken pictures of me as I ran off because I could hear the snap sound effect from some cell phones they had. I managed to get into my apartment safe and sound in just my panties. I stood there trying to pick up what was left of my dignity. Once I thought I had done so, I tried to move towards my bedroom, only feel a sharp ripping sound from behind, then feeling cool air around my thighs. I looked back and I saw that the door had somehow caught my panties. Out of frustration I ripped it more into bits of pieces as I went to my bedroom and slammed the door shut, not going out anywhere for the rest of the day.

I can only hope that no one got a good look of my face so no one would recognize me. I’ll have to risk it again tomorrow as I buy new clothes.