No, she gets sidetracked.

Just before she gets to the gym, Bree realized she was making no sound as she walked.

“My socks!” She yelped. “How am I supposed to put these back on after I retrieve my shoes?”

With that thought Bree pulled them off and just sat them next to a trash can, “Well I guess there isn’t much reason to hid them to good, I’ll have to pay a penalty to put them back in anyway.” She told herself.

Now barefoot, she made her way into the gym, as she entered her eyes were immediately drawn to the rafters, more specifically, the small amount of her lost panties she could see just peaking over the edge, undisturbed all week long.

That week in P.E. her class had played kickball and more than once a ball was sent in that direction, Bree would watch and imagine what someone would do should the ball have gotten stuck and had to be retrieved from the rafters, would they see her panties? What would their reaction be? All these thoughts Bree giddy with excitement and anticipation to play here little game again.

Now standing at half court, she only had three items left to lose, not wanting to give up yet another easy forfeit she decided to ditch the bra next. It took a little finagling to remove it from under her shirt but once done, she made her way over to the concession stand.

Her plan was to hid it behind the popcorn machine but as she turned the knob the door did not budge.

“Crap, now what?” Bree asked herself as she spun around to the empty gym. “There’s hardly anywhere in here to this,” Bree then looks to the large clock above the locker rooms, 12:46, “I’ve only got 14 minutes left before Mr. Weatherby starts looking for me!”

Now with a sense of urgency, Bree quickly runs over to the basketball rack sitting in the corner and hangs the bra on the backside of the rack. “That’ll have to do.”

And just like that Bree was out the door headed towards the library.