The Greatest Ordeal of My Life

“Why are you taking so long? We’re going to be late at this rate.”

“You’re so noisy… Just be quiet for a bit.”

I knew that, too. Staring daggers at this damned scrap of a skirt all day wouldn’t change a thing.

Even now, the time to leave for school was drawing mercilessly closer, and whether I liked it or not, I was destined to put on this thing around my waist.

But….

“Why on earth is this skirt so short?!”

No matter how I thought about it, this was too much. Was this insane or what? How was I supposed to wear something like this with a clear mind?

When I shouted while furiously scratching my head from stress, Ria, who had been sitting on the bed, answered as though it were obvious.

“That’s because you chose the short one, Rene.”

“I chose it?”...