Art class

"I can't go to another class like this." Sandry said as pupils began gathering their belongings around her, "My uniform is falling apart!"

"You can't miss art." Robyn said, "Your project is overdue already, you're going to fail if you miss it."

"Oh, cripes." Sandry gasped, "Well, walk close to me."

The two of them walked into the corridor, Sandry holding her bag over her chest in one hand and the ripped skirt over her crotch in the other. Robyn walked next to her, hiding as much of her from view as she could, but Sandry was considerably curvier than her friend so it was not a huge help.

Fortunately the art classroom was not too far away, and as they entered Sandry grabbed an apron from a rack and put it on. From the front she could pass for dressed, although the rear view revealed more.

"Okay, okay..." Sandry stood in front of an easel, where her unfinished painting stood. She picked up her paints and tried to work, although she was preoccupied with her embarrassment and found it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

"I think..." Sandry pondered out loud, "I think it needs some more blue." She looked at her easel, and found it devoid of blue. Determined to get her picture finished, Sandry stepped away from the easel towards the shelf of paints.

RIP!