There's Blood on the Moon Tonight by Bryn Roar

that was too tight and too lightly padded. It had seen better days and smaller boobs. Unfortunately it was the only one she had that came close to fitting her anymore. The rest were just taking up space in her undies drawer. She couldn’t borrow one of her mom’s. Shayna was touchy about that sort of thing. As always, Josie chose to wear her only pair of khakis and a blue polo shirt, the school’s pink crest straining over her left tit.
    She left the shirt un-tucked, even though that was a violation of the school’s dress code. Like her bra, her khakis had seen better days (her bust wasn’t the only body part expanding). The threadbare fabric, literally bursting at the seams, was holding on with a hope and a prayer. When it was necessary to bend over, Josie did so very carefully. Still, the pants were better than the alternative, the short uniform skirt, shoved all the way into the corner of her closet, where all the other useless clothing items resided.
    Damn thing might as well be a string bikini, for all the reactions it provokes!
    Something about the “Little Schoolgirl Look” drove older men into drooling sex fiends. Even more so than their idiot sons. Didn’t they know she was still just a kid? Or was that the attraction? Except for some notable sluts at the school, like the infamous Tansy Wilky, none of the girls would be caught dead wearing that plaid prick tease.
    Josie laughed out loud, recalling how Tansy had recently been booted from the cheerleading squad. Tansy had worn thong panties underneath her cheerleading skirt at the Homecoming game, causing a near riot when the boys (and some full grown men, too, it must be noted) in the stands rushed down to get a closer look. 
    “Now that was most definitely a violation of the dress code,” Josie said, zipping up her pants.
    The school did allow students to wear an outer garment of their choice. It was the only outlet left to them to express their individuality and most of the kids at the Academy had embraced the opportunity in all sorts of creative ways. Josie wore a green army coat, like the ones her friends wore every day, unless it was too damned hot, in which case they tied the jackets around their waists.
    Bud called them their “Go-to-Hell Coats.” As in, ‘if you don’t like ‘em, you can go to hell.’ They had bought them together at an Army/Navy Surplus store in Beaufort. Stitched over the upper left pocket, in heavy black thread, was the presumably pejorative : Th e Creep s . Over the right coat pocket was her old nickname : Big Re d . Joe had considered replacing it with Tits — the name the Assholes were currently calling her, but didn’t think that would go down too well with the Moon River faculty.
    The Creep s was what the kids in school used to call Josie, Bud and Rusty. For their over-the-top love of horror novels and movies. Weird thing, though…as soon as she and the boys began referring to themselves a s The Creep s , no one bothered calling them that anymore.
    Assholes were funny that way.
    Nowadays the other kids mostly ignored them, which was fine by her and Rusty.
    Bud couldn’t have cared less either way. That big damn boyo was in a world of his own!
                  Looking into the cracked mirror over her dresser Josie ran a comb through her fragrant, wet hair. She applied no makeup, nor did she slip on any jewelry or earrings. Fact was, she didn’t own any of those things. Josie was as low maintenance as a girl could get without being a butch lesbian. She tossed the comb back onto the dresser, pulled her bookbag over one shoulder, and left the room.
    Joel was digging into a bowl of Count Chockula at their rickety old, enamel-top table, trying to figure out the puzzle on the box, when Josie entered the kitchen. Shayna, as usual, hadn’t gotten up yet. Her drunken snores reverberated throughout the house.
                  Josie grabbed her brother by the hair, slapping her other hand over his mouth.