Dawn by V.C. Andrews Read Free Book Online

I said quickly.
    "What's his name, Afternoon?" a tall beautiful girl with dark hair asked. Everyone laughed.
    "We better get moving or we're going to be late for our next class," Clara Sue announced. It was easy to see that many of the girls looked up to her as a leader. I couldn't believe I'd had the bad luck to begin by getting her in trouble. Of all the girls to get in trouble, I thought, and breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for her forgiveness. I took off my gym uniform quickly and followed everyone to the showers. They were nice showers, clean stalls with flower-print shower curtains, and the water was warm, too.

"You better get a move on in there," I heard Mrs. Allen call.
    I stepped out of the shower and wiped myself dry as quickly as I could. Then I wrapped the towel around my body and rushed to my locker. It was wide open. Had I forgotten to lock it? I wondered. I discovered the answer very quickly. Except for my shoes, all my clothes were gone.
    "Where are my clothes?" I cried. I turned around.
    All the girls were looking my way and smiling. Clara Sue was standing by the sink, brushing her hair. "Please. This isn't funny. Those are my best clothes."
    That made everyone laugh. I looked to Louise, but she turned away quickly, slammed her locker shut, and hurried out of the locker room. Soon everyone but me was leaving.
    "Please!" I cried. "Who knows where my clothes are?"
    "They're being washed," someone called back.
    "Washed? What does that mean? Washed?"
    I spun around, the towel still tucked in over my body. I was alone in the locker room. The bells were ringing. What was I going to do?
    I started looking everywhere, under benches, in corners, but I found nothing until I went into the bathroom and checked the stalls.
    "Oh, no!" I cried. They had thrown my clothes into the toilet. There was my pretty dress, my bra, and my panties. Even my socks, soaking with toilet paper floating around it all for good measure. And the water was discolored. Someone had urinated in there, too!
    I fell back against the stall door and sobbed. What was I going to do?
    "Who's left in here?" I heard Mrs. Allen ask.
    "It's me," I bawled. She stepped into the bathroom.
    "Well, what are you . . ."
    I pointed down at the toilet, and she gazed into the stall.
    "Oh, no. Who did this?"
    "I don't know, Mrs. Allen."
    "I don't have any trouble guessing," she said sternly.
    "What will I do?"
    She thought a moment, shaking her head.
    "Fish them out and we'll put them in the washer and dryer with the towels. In the meantime, you will have to wear your gym uniform."
    "To classes?"

"There's nothing else you can do, Dawn. I'm sorry."
    "But . . . everyone will laugh at me."
    "It's up to you. You will miss a few classes by the time this is all washed and dried out. I'll go to see Mrs. Turnbell and explain what happened."
    I nodded and lowered my head in defeat as I walked back to my locker to put on my gym uniform.
     
    As the morning went on, I found most of my teachers to be kind and sympathetic once they heard what had happened, but the rest of the students thought it was very funny, and everywhere I looked I found them smiling and laughing at me. It was always hard to face new students whenever I went to a new school, but here, before I even got a chance to meet anyone and anyone got a chance to know me, I was the laughingstock.
    When Jimmy saw me in the hallway and I told him what had happened, he was outraged.
    "What did I tell you about this place?" he said loud enough for most of the students around us in the hallway to hear. "I'd just like to know who did it, that's all. I'd just like to get my hands on her."
    "It's all right, Jimmy," I said, trying to calm him down. "I'll be all right. After the next class my clothes should be washed and dried." I didn't mention the fact that my dress would be wrinkled and need ironing. I didn't want him to get any angrier than he was.
    The warning bell for the next class rang.
    Jimmy scowled so hard at the