Maybe I can wait this out for a few…

I can get through this, Christina thought. Once the halls clear up maybe I can go for my gym uniform and make it home.

She could still hear student voices echoing down the hallway. They seemed louder than usual; Christina guessed that this was people chattering in reaction to the nude classmate streaking through the halls.

Suddenly Christina felt exhausted. The dash through the halls wasn’t long enough to wear her out physically but she knew it was an emotional exhaustion. Being forcibly stripped by Denise and her friends, then shoved out into the hallway embarrassed and humiliated. Hearing everyone’s reaction to her situation. She realized that she needed time to recover before she could feel brave enough to dash for the gym.

That meant hiding for a bit. Looking around the room her first thought was the teacher’s desk. It was surrounded by a wooden panel and the footwell would be enough to hide her. But the panel stopped a foot off the ground and someone peering through the window might notice something, especially since she would have to push the teacher’s chair out a bit to fit underneath.

Then her thoughts turned to the stand-up piano. It was set into an alcove in the wall, with a few spare inches on each side of it. If she could pull the piano out one or two feet she could hide behind it and there would be enough wall covering the sides that no one could look behind the piano- that is, if anyone even came into the room much less realized there was a new gap behind the piano and got curious about things.

She looked at the large wooden instrument and saw that it stood on casters, small pivoting wheels to allow more mobility. It would still be heavy, but that would make the job far easier and quieter than if it simply stood on the ground.

Moving the bench aside Christina gripped the piano under the keyboard. She could only get a half inch worth of grip on the wood, but she was able to dig her fingers in for what she felt was a good clench. She pulled, lightly at first to test the wheels. When the piano didn’t move, she leaned forward for a moment before lightly tossing her body backwards and pulled harder. With a tiny squeak from one of the wheels the piano started to slowly roll.

Hauling on the piano took effort and before Christina felt she’d given enough room her hands and legs were feeling slightly sore. After she estimated that she had moved the piano about a foot and a half she released her grip and stood on her toes to peer behind it. She had created a good gap, one she could fit behind though it might be narrow enough to be uncomfortable. She debated pulling the piano another few inches but she didn’t want it too far out of the alcove. The more it stuck out of the gap in the wall, the mores someone might notice that it had been moved. It already looked slightly out of place, but Christina knew she might be a little paranoid after what she’d been through.

After placing the old wooden bench back in front of the piano she stepped up on it, then flung one leg over the top of the piano. She straddled it for a second before she lifter her other foot off the piano bench and into the gap she’d created. Peering down she saw that the floor was dusty, but that was to be expected. The janitors likely didn’t clean behind here too often, maybe once a year at best. She placed her hands on the top of the piano and lowered herself into the space.

Her hips and breasts felt a slight squeeze against the wall but there was enough passage that she didn’t get stuck. She’d made enough room. She used her foot to sweep some of the dust away from the floor and sat down to wait. Christina pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She knew she was out of sight and there was minimal chance of anyone finding her here. She almost felt safe again. Taking a deep breath she propped her head against the wall and settled in, telling herself she would only take just enough time to regain her composure before she went for her gym uniform.

***

Christina awoke with a start. For a few seconds she didn’t realize where she was and started to stand up in panic, but quickly calmed herself when she recognized her surroundings. She was still behind the piano. Still out of view of any witnesses. Still completely naked.

She took a moment to listen. She felt distinctly like something had woken her up, but she heard absolutely nothing.

How the hell did I let myself fall asleep like this, she thought. I must have been more worn out than I thought. Still, I would think I couldn’t fall asleep like this.

Christina slowly stood up and peered out from over the top of the piano. The classroom was still completely deserted. She glanced at the door and saw the hallway beyond it, but something was different. It slowly dawned on her that most of the lights in the hallway were off.

Oh shit, the idea raced through her head, the school’s closed! They went to the minimal lighting! How long was I asleep?

She planted her hands on the top of the piano and jumped, hauling herself up and out of her hiding spot. She swung her legs over and stood onto the piano bench once again before dropping herself to the ground. Looking around she spotted the clock on the wall, mounted over the blackboard. It was a few minutes past nine.

Christina’s mind flew in a panic, realizing how long she’d slept and that her parents must be worried that she didn’t come home from school. She stepped over to the classroom door and pulled it open, pausing long enough to listen for anyone out and about. She didn’t know how long the janitors worked and wanted to avoid getting caught, but didn’t want to lose any more time than she already had.

Moving into the hallway she half-heartedly put her hands over her breasts and privates. She felt it was more than late enough that the building was completely empty and only took a minor precaution to hide her body if she came across anyone. Christina knew that her gym uniform was still the plan, and she could reach it quickly now that she didn’t have to spend every second worrying about being caught.