A trip outside.

Christina kept thinking about options she knew wouldn’t work; she had nothing in her locker to cover with, she had no idea how to break into a gym locker where she might find another uniform. One of the staff might have left a jacket in the main office but they wouldn’t all be leaving for another hour or two and Christina really didn’t want to wait around unless it was the only option.

She was about to accept the possibility of trying to get home like this when Sara snapped her fingers, “the donation bin! In the parking lot!”

Christina knew what she was referring to, a large steel bin with a hinged door at the top where people could donate old clothes to charity. It sat in the parking lot used exclusively by teachers and staff, shortly inside the entrance by the road.

“No,” Christina said, “we have no way to open it.”

“We don’t have to, you boost me up and I’ll crawl in the chute!”

“And what do I do while you’re in there? There’s no way a car won’t pass by.”

“You can hide in the woods past the parking lot. It’s not far from the bins at all. You help get me in and then make a run for it. I’ll make sure to get everything we need, crawl out and meet you there.”

Christina thought for a moment. The idea of going outside like this utterly terrified her but she knew that was a likely option if they didn’t come up with any ideas. She had to get home somehow. “Okay,” she sighed, “let’s do it.”

The two friends crept up to the doorway and opened it a crack. They listened for any sign of someone nearby or moving about in the halls but heard nothing. Christina poked her head out to be certain. It was deserted.

They moved into the hallway and fell back into the familiar half-jog, covering themselves with their hands. Christina had little to be thankful for but already being on the side of the school nearest the parking lot let her feel a minor fragment of relief. She wouldn’t have to sneak her way through the whole school to put Sara’s plan into action.

They rounded a corner, slowing just enough to make sure no lights were on in any of the classrooms before resuming the same pace. The door to the parking lot was dead ahead. If no one came up from behind then they could get out of the building without being spotted.

Reaching the gray steel double doors they both stopped dead, glancing out the windows inset in the doors, first for anyone walking through the parking lot or sitting in a car, then towards the road passing by the school. The narrow windows didn’t provide enough of an angle to see much of the roadway, but they could spot the donation bin. The parking lot itself was nearly empty, with only a small number of cars present. Christina estimated the bin was about fifty yards from the door. The woods were another ten yards beyond the rear of the bin.

“Ready?” Sara asked.

Christina nodded.

They pushed the door open long enough to listen for any approaching cars before darting out into the open. Both teens clinched their hands across their breasts and vaginas as they sprinted, making the mad dash across the parking lot to the big blue container. The donation chute faced towards the school, and was in easy view of anyone driving from that direction.

Sara reached the bin a second before Christina did. Christina’s first instinct was to dive to the side of the bin and listen again for cars but her friend was already staring intently at her. She quickly spun around, planted her back against the bin and hunkered down, holding her hands out. Sara stepped into Christina’s outstretched hands, getting boosted upwards. Christina heaved up slowly at first until she heard the hinged door atop the bin creak open, then lifted harder. She looked up and saw Sara slide into the chute head first, lightly scraping her chest and stomach across the door as she tried to pull herself inside. Once Christina saw her feet disappear she heard a muffled thump inside the bin. Without waiting another second she leapt up and sprinted for the woods.

She covered the short span of grass quickly and practically leapt into the tree line. The ground was littered with dead leaves, sticks and small rocks. She was too concerned with not being seen that she barely felt them bite into the soles of her bare feet, but once she felt safely out of sight she began stepping more gingerly. She didn’t want to cut her foot on top of all this.

Standing behind several trees she felt well-hidden and was able to keep an eye on the donation bin. She expected to hear some movement from the bin but the only noises were birds and occasional engines from cars passing by the school. At one point she thought she saw the metal on the back of the bin briefly bulge but it could have been a trick of the light.

It felt like she had been waiting for ages even though she knew it couldn’t have been more than five minutes. She was starting to worry that Sara might be stuck when suddenly her friend rounded the corner of the bin and came dashing to the forest, her arms clamping several sets of clothes in front of her. Christina waved her arm from behind the tree and Sara dipped into the woods and rejoined her.

“I was worried you were trapped in there,” she said.

“No, but had to go strictly by touch, there was no light in there at all. Took a moment to figure out what was a pair of pants and what was a shirt. But I also found some shoes.”

Sara dropped the clothes on the forest floor and starting separating them. Christina grabbed a t-shirt she knew would fit and slipped it on. She couldn’t remember a time she was happier to be getting dressed.