(Originally published by Blackskull at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)
You decide that keeping some dignity is more important than getting to class on time, and follow Mandy to her group of friends.
She tells them about your predicament, and they gather round, making sympathetic comments. After a few seconds, they usher you towards the school auditorium, and into the green room.
"Okay, here we go." Mandy says, "This is where all the costumes are made for school plays, there's loads of sewing stuff."
"That's great." you tell her, "But... I can't actually sew!"
"No problem, I'm great at sewing!" one of the friends pipes up. "Take off your jeans and I'll have them fixed in a minute."
You hesitate, remembering you're wearing embarrassing pink floral underwear. Not the sort you wanted the cool girls to see you wearing.
"Aw, I think she's shy!" Mandy laughs, "Go on, stand behind that wall there and take them off."
You go where she points, slips out of you jeans and hand them round to the girls.
You try to pull your t-shirt down over your panties, but it isn't anywhere near long enough. You feel a chill in your legs, and begin to jog up and down on the spot to keep warm.
Suddenly, a door you did not notice before slams shut between you and the girls, cutting you off.
"Girls!" you call through it, "Hey, girls!"
There is no answer. No sound at all, in fact. You bang on the door, but there is no response.
You look around you. You're backstage somewhere, with no pants, and need to decide what to do.
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