The projector screen reaching the ceiling coincided perfectly with Derek’s pointing finger, suddenly calling Olivia’s attention behind her. Luckily turning her head and not her whole body, Miss Vicksen was greeted by the flower pattern fabric of her long flowy skirt, now lifted well above her shoulders. The garment had somehow been hooked onto the rusty handle of the rising projector screen, and had raised up the whole backside of her dress. Miss Vicksen’s eyes widened significantly, staring speechless at the new state of her formerly modest ensemble. The skirt front was showing off much more leg than Olivia had ever intended, and if anyone had been positioned behind her, they’d probably see everything else.
“Cindy! The projector! NOW!” Olivia screeched.
*CLICK*
The gentle whir of the projector revved back up again, slowly lowering the screen, as Miss Vicsken let out a relieved exhale. But not even a moment sooner, she quickly shot a squinting glare back onto her students, ready to unleash hell onto anyone who even looked at her wrong. And making himself an all-too-obvious target was Derek Brisbane, filming the entire spectacle with a forbidden phone.
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