"PE? Ew, don't you mean "Social Hangout Spot?" Bonnie said with a laugh. "I swear they never do anything really PE related. There are of course sports and things, but most of the girls have excuses that get them out of them, so they just hang around and text on their phones." She threw up her arms in disgust. "It's so pathetic. I mean, I'm not the most sporty... I obviously need to lose a few pounds, but I've never seen so many wimpy girls in my life." 

"I actually have two set of PM uniforms. They are elastic shorts, so you could tighten them. Of course they'd be too big on you." She eyed Emily's legs as the girl nervously tugged on her skirt. "I wouldn't worry too much. You look great and there are no perverted boys here. One or two perverted teachers, but they won't mess with you."

"Do you want a bigger skirt? I could mend one of my extras so it fits you? I've got several pairs and I've got the kind that go beneath your knee." The school uniform had three versions of the skirt you could wear. The typical one that went just above your knees, one that went one inch below your knees and one that went to your ankles. Hardly anyone got the ankle length skirt because it would automatically cause you to fall into the loser category.

"Anyways... PE is in the building next door. Heaven forbid it was held in the same building as everything else." She pointed out the window at the place next door. "Yeah, that's all it's used for. There is also a swimming pool."