Get moving.

Anna grabbed the hemline of her button-down shirt, and tugged downward. It didn't reach very far, and it was still plainly obvious that she had nothing covering her bottom half. There wasn't much Anna could do about it though. Her sewing "skills" only made her problem worse, and the clock was ticking.

She could hear her heart beat in her head as she slowly approached the classroom door. Her shaking hand gripped the classroom door, and she pulled it open. Anna could feel the air outside the classroom move through and caress her exposed skin, prompting her to tug her shirt further down.

Before her was the open hallway. Anna slowly poked her head out see if anyone was nearby.