She had to have almost everything perfect. Clean lines and folds throughout every piece of clothing. All the pleats were perfect along with each clean curl. Barbra was expected to be elegant and graceful, by just about everyone in school. She had really put this curse upon herself but she couldn’t seem to escape what seemed like hell. Barb walked briskly to class and sat down with her legs crossed. She smoothed out her skirt and looked at the clock while waiting. The was the class where she’d see- oh gods…