It took me less than five seconds to get laughed at. As soon as I left the bathroom, I realized I was in some sort of high school due to everyone being around the same age as me. The only difference was everyone was dressed far more formally than me, as if the place was a Catholic school. The girls wore a dark green dress with a black top with a picture of a lion on it, and the boys wore slacks and a button-up shirt. I stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowds with my Vicious Delicious shirt. I felt so damn embarrassed; I nearly considered traveling back to 2015.
“I didn’t know the circus was in town! Someone call P. T. Barnum!” some girl guffawed.
“What are you going on about?” I asked, confused.
“Your outfit… it’s dreadful! Mrs. Calbert will give you a whooping if she sees you like
