Peter shuffled through the crowded hallway, his backpack slung over one shoulder. As he approached his locker, he could already feel the familiar weight of dread settling in his stomach. Today was gym class, and once again, he had forgotten his sportswear. "Not again," Peter muttered under his breath, fumbling with the combination lock.

Peter rummaged through his locker in desperation, hoping against hope to find some forgotten piece of sportswear. His fingers brushed against the soft fabric of a long-sleeve leotard—his sister's old gymnastics outfit. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing. "This will have to do," Peter sighed, pulling the garment over his head.

Peter stood awkwardly at the edge of the gym, tugging at the sleeves of the leotard. His classmates were busy warming up, seemingly oblivious to his predicament. He hoped to blend in, but the bright pink fabric made that impossible. Jake, one of the more outgoing students, noticed Peter and approached with a grin. "Nice outfit, Peter! Trying out for the gymnastics team?"

Peter blushed but managed a weak smile. "Yeah, something like that," he replied, trying to laugh along with his classmates. To his surprise, Jake simply shrugged and said, "Hey, whatever works, right? Let's get on with it!"

Peter sat on the bleachers, reflecting on the day's events. Despite his initial embarrassment, he realized that his classmates didn't really care what he wore. In fact, their acceptance had made him feel more at ease than he had in a long time. "Maybe it's not so bad after all," he thought, a small smile playing on his lips.

Peter walked through the halls with a newfound confidence. He had remembered his sportswear today, but the leotard was tucked safely at the bottom of his backpack—just in case. "Who knows," he mused, "maybe I'll start a trend."