A long time later

After a few minutes, the naked teenager had risked changing her position to get herself more comfortable, sitting down with her ample buttocks on the scratchy carpet, head still down below the top of the desk.

After some more time had passed, she got fed up with listening to the group in the classroom discussing the yearbook. She noticed to her side a dropped teaching magazine, which she carefully and quietly moved over to her so she could read it.

Time passed, the group made their plans, Sandry flicked through the magazine. After a while she realised she was hungry, she has skipped breakfast because she was running late and was starting to regret it. But she had a vague memory of there being a packet of biscuits on top of this desk. She reached up, walking her fingers across the top, trying to work out where she had seen them.

She had just noticed the touch of porcelain against her hand before she knocked a mug off the desk, which fell to the floor and broke off the handle with a distinct "crack".

"Whoops!" Sandry mouthed.

"What was that?" she heard one of the girls say.

"Is someone over there?"

Sandry's eyes widened in horror as she heard footsteps coming closer.