Molly Wellington pinned her open collar with a paperclip, and then her classmates started to arrive.
"Molly, why are you here so early today? Don't you usually like to sleep in?"
A short-haired girl sat down next to Molly. She was Molly's deskmate and bestfriend, Pamela Young, who everyone affectionately called Pam.
"Pam..." Seeing Pamela, Molly pointed pitifully at her own collar, "Look at this... Do you have a sewing kit?"
Pamela looked in the direction Molly was pointing and saw the red, yellow, and green paperclips fastened to Molly's white school uniform collar.
Three of them were clamping the collar from top to bottom to keep it from coming loose.
Pamela chuckled, "Did your chest bust the buttons?"
Molly was speechless.
"Miss, I'm not that well-developed, okay? The bow tie accidentally tore and took it down with it."
Pam raised an eyebrow, "Oh... that bow tie must be pretty strong then. Miss Wellington, is there more to this story? Do you want to confess?"
