"Yeah, that's weird..." Was all she could say. "I guess just follow me."
Yet as they pulled up to the school, Michelle had no idea how weird it was about to become.
Michelle followed Heather in, pushing through the crowds of teenagers to make it to their lockers, Michelle's right beside hers. However, they were receiving more attention than she felt comfortable with. The less popular tended to ogle, the girls with envy, the boys stared in out right lust. A couple people here and there called them out by name. Michelle found herself smiling nervously despite herself, as various people she knew by acquaintance called her "Michelle". The whole time her heart was pounding in her chest, and she wanted to jump out of her skin.
"Ow! Ow! Hey, ease up on the vice grip a little, huh? I need that hand." Heather winced. Michelle looked down to realize she had been squeezing her hand.
"Sorry..." she let go, and crossed her arms under her breasts, and followed Heather to their lockers. Opening them, gave Michelle a sense of normalcy, and a bit of pride as she spun open the dial and unlocked the door. However, as the door opened, a note fell to the ground. She stooped to pick it up. On the front of the folded up piece of paper, was writing in bold script "Michelle".
