Anna can't control her emotions

Trapped in the whirl of her emotions, Anna lightly brushed the tiny length of the cold brass zipper still holding together. She rubbed along each metal tooth, warmth building within her. She no longer had the sense to stop herself as she nudged the split in the zipper. A short clicking rewarded her action as the zipper finished undoing itself.

The wide strip of pleated fabric drifted down and settled at Anna's feet. As her eyes fixated on her detached skirt, Anna thought to herself. What's wrong with her? There's no way she could have imagined doing this when she woke up that morning. Yet, here she is, standing half naked in the back of her classroom. And she's enjoying it?

Anna did remember seeing some psychology videos explaining how people do crazy things when they get too stressed out. Anna had been pretty focused on her schoolwork. She doesn't do much for fun these days. Maybe she should let herself go a little more often.

A sneeze from someone in class was enough of a shock to get Anna to come a bit back to her senses. Maybe she should a tad more conscious of the people around her.

Still unsatisfied, Anna delayed picking up her skirt by walking to her panties first. She knelt down, finally reclaiming her lost bit of cover. Still gripping her panties, Anna returned to her skirt to examine the pitiful thing. It completely open. It will now require holding at all times to stay on her body. Somehow, that didn't seem to be all that big of a deal to Anna right now.

She convinced herself to pick up the pleated garment before she got anymore weird thoughts and returned to her seat. She slid back onto the plastic chair. It's ridges felt more pronounced than ever as she sat holding her skirt over her legs. Anna may have convinced herself to return to her seat with all her clothing, but she couldn't persuade herself to put on her panties. She self-justified it by how unsanitary they must be. Even if that was only to make herself feel better about what she was doing.

Anna couldn't help but sigh when she looked at the dimly lit clock. Even with all of this, class is going on forever. How is she going to occupy herself in the now without any light?