Across the building, to an English classroom

Ms. Rockstrom's English classroom was her next stop. She was a notorious hoarder of student memorabilia, stretching back over twenty years of teaching. Every wall was completely buried by old student projects, pictures, and random things that had been posted there over those years, and she had several bins filled with more items that there just wasn't room for. No one ever got into those bins during class, and they'd make a convenient spot to leave clothes in.

Bree padded down the hallway towards the T-junction at the end, experimenting with her pace as she went, reveling in the quiet rebellion of willingly walking these halls barefoot. It was a different sensation entirely, feeling the cool tile underfoot by her choice, versus having her shoes stolen, and she allowed herself a brief second of joy in actually trying to make her fantasy come true.

Her experimenting quickly told her she could actually move at a decent pace now, instead of skulking slowly down the halls. The faint slap of her soles was much more muted than her flats, and if she moved slowly, they were whisper-quiet. Thankful for her greater mobility, she made her way to the junction, then carefully looked both ways. She'd go right, away from the main office, bypassing the security station for the moment. It was a longer path, but she woulnd't have to walk right past the security room. The hallway was clear, and she made her way down the hallway, passing more rows of lockers and classrooms as she headed towards the cafeteria.

She made a left at the cafeteria, knowing that she was now headed closer to the security room, and she remained vigilant for any signs of Mr. Weatherby. She remained to one side of the hallway, where she could duck into one of the alcoves in front of a room, and slip inside at a moment's notice, if need be, but fortunately, it seemed Mr. Weatherby was still in the security room. At the next junction, a four-way crossing, with the main gyms and auditorium in front of her, and the computer labs to her right, she went left, towards the English rooms. Her eyes and ears strained at the gloomy hallway in front of her, and she moved slowly here. The security room was just up the hallway, around the bend to the left that lead back to the office.

Thankfully, Ms. Rockstrom's room was the first doorway on the left, and she was only in the hallway for a moment, before she slipped into the room. The rough carpet of the classroom was a noticeable contrast from the cool tile hallways. It was scratchy, a bit warmer than the tile, but not much softer. Bree went straight to the bins on the corner, carefully moving them until she could open the bottom one.

She pulled her shirt over her head, as a brief moment of inspiration hit her. She'd leave her shirt here, then her bra somewhere else in this building. Her jeans and panties would be left in the gym and annex, respectively. As she buried the bin with her shirt in it under the others again, a warmth sprang to life in her loins, and her nipples stiffened beneath her bra, as she knew she'd be walking not just the halls, but the school grounds, topless, then nude! She was really doing this!

She **** the thoughts out of her mind for the moment, though the tingling warmth in her loins didn't dissipate in the least, and she carefully checked the hallway again, before slipping out into the alcove in front of the doorway.