Fuuka bolts for the door

(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Taking a deep breath, Fuuka grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Doing her best to have it hanging below her waist to at least somewhat obscure her lack of a skirt, Fuuka carefully stood up from her seat and quickly made a bolt for the club room door. The sound of hurried footsteps drew the attention of those around her, and Fuuka could only hope that she moved too quickly for any of them to fully register what they saw.

Running out into the hallway, Fuuka realized that she had to find somewhere else to hide. While having no skirt in the art room had been embarrassing, the school hallways weren't exactly better. In a way, they were a downgrade, since just about anybody might come down the halls and see her. That was no good at all! Quickly reasoning to herself, Fuuka decided that her best bet was to hide out in the women's bathroom until she could gather her thoughts and figure out a solution to her predicament.

Turning towards the nearest bathroom and bolting off before anybody from the art room could come out to investigate her sudden flight from the room, Fuuka failed to notice something dangerously important: another thread leaving her body, feeding under the door and back into the art room. Without realizing it, Fuuka's mad dash out of the room had brought her a bit too close to another one of the machines, and the machine had snagged her-