Nope, back to reality.

As Bree skipped towards the gym, she froze, there were lights coming from the inside the gym. Mr. Weatherby was between her and her bra.

“How am I suppose to sneak into the gym with absolutely no cover, and get my bra?”

That’s when it hit her, the basketball rack was over in the corner near the supply closet where all the other P.E. equipment was held, and there was a door on either side, one in the gym and one in the hall by the back door in case they had class outside and needed equipment.

“Hopefully it’s not to cluttered and I can slip through the closet without Mr. Weatherby noticing.”

Bree got low and crouch walked her way past the gym doors over to the closet. Before entering, she glanced out the back door and looked upon the football field, beyond that was the soccer field and tennis courts. Just around the corner, but out of sight from her current position was the baseball and softball fields, she began thinking of ways to incorporate those into her next game night.

“No time for that, I need to get my bra, there is only so much Mr. Weatherby could look through before finding it.”

For now, it was safe, Mr. Weatherby was looking through the bleachers.

Bree quietly slips into the storage closet.