She doesn't even have a phone, so she can't call for help.
She'll have to wait until someone comes in to shower and finds her, probably after evening self-study.
Even then, if someone does come, they might not help her.
Taking a deep breath, she bent down and picked up the bra on the floor.
Back in the little cubicle, looking at the ice scattered on the floor, she sighed.
As they say, when the wall crashes down, everyone pushes. Over the past month, people have secretly messed with her countless times.
She's long past the initial anger.
Besides, she doesn't feel up to settling scores with them now.
Compared to her being bullied, she's more worried about her mom in prison.
It's been a week since she last visited her.
She can only wait until after school to go see her.
She turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the chill from the ice.
She dried herself off with a towel and put on her bra.
Looking at the bra on her body, she bit her lip.
