Her shirt, laying on a table.

“Just my luck, it must have been on the cart. Now how am I supposed to get that, I’m not just gonna walk out there like this!” She rationalized.

Bree turned around in defeat, at last momentarily. She glanced over at the open window. It pointed towards the school’s gymnasium but Bree was not worried as there were no windows facing her direction, and there was no threat of anyone walking by as the window was about 12 feet off the ground due to the corner of the building she was located in being on the edge of a slight hill. Listening to the birds singing outside muffled by the clacking of keyboards, Bree momentarily though maybe she could slip out the window and make her was home, grab a new shirt, albeit she had her fathers longest one so a new shirt would definitely be advertising her lower half, but she quickly stopped that train of thought. That would require her to trek naked through town, which Bree was not to keen on.

Out of options, Bree resolved to wait for an opportunity to present itself and go for the shirt. It was maybe 10 feet away, but in full view of the entire class; to Bree, that shirt might have well have been on the moon. Bree crept back to the center of her hiding spot and plopped down, perhaps a little harder than anticipated, as there was the sound of her soft butt cheeks slapping as they came in contact with the unforgiving tile floor.

“Oof, that was not what I meant to do.” Bree whispered.

“What was that?” A classmate sitting closer to the corner asked?

“Must have been a ghost!” She heard another say with a slight laugh, “You know this schools haunted right, you need to scare it off before it comes for you!” He said laughing, clearly amused with his joke.

The other girl giggled to, “maybe this will scare it off.”

“Please don’t come over here” Bree silently begged. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw something come sailing over the top of her makeshift barrier.