At exactly a few ticks past 12 noon, Juliet Flames wobbled down the conference room.
She had a file of papers flanked between her chest and her palm to hide the conspicuousness of her large melon-like-breasts – but it was still obvious anyway.
Like always she tried as much as possible to shut her ears to the deafening uproar behind her.
Well, for sure, more than the celebration of her recent feat in school was the event that meant a lot to her.
Unlike others who kept on flashing the light of their mobile phones everywhere, taking pictures, and causing way too much distraction in the hall, Juliet sat close to the podium, waiting for the one event she had waited for, all her life, to begin.
“I would like all students to have their seats while the program begins shortly.” The school
