Class? Please. You pretend to head to your first class of the day. But, just like every other Monday, you change directions and head to the lost and found closet.
There are not many things to be sure of in a hormonally wracked teenage body, but one of those things is that free things are usually good. And the lost and found closet is the best source of free things. Most everyone knows about it, so anything left for longer than a few days is fair game to you. A small part of you feels a little guilt about thinking this way, but usually you convince yourself that a few mechanical pencils, jackets, or notebooks that you need (and other people don't notice are missing) shouldn't be considered stealing anyway, since they're so insignificant in the long run.
As soon as you get to the closet, you open the door and look inside. Underneath the piles of clothing, there's sure to be a pencil or two.
As you browse, you start to notice the absurdity of some of the articles of clothing lost. Besides the usual jackets and coats, shirts and sweaters, you can spot underwear, skirts, shorts, swimwear and workout clothing, even a bra or two... You realize that the sports teams dump the clothes that aren't claimed into this closet after the season ends.
You brush the clothes aside, but even as you do, you start to wonder how they might feel on you... they have likely been here for a week or longer. The burning curiosity inside of you yearns to take some article of clothing from the closet...