A cardboard box

If Katie had been lucky, she would have been able to fish a complete outfit out of the dumpster. But Katie had been anything but lucky ever since she'd started cleaning the dishes the previous evening, and it wasn't about to change now.

Looking past the stains (and trying not to think about what they were), the cardboard box Katie had found was in surprisingly good condition; at least for the moment.

Her rumbling stomach and shivering body was telling her that she couldn't hang around and hope a better option would come along. The lunch hour had ended and everyone was making their way back inside; the time for action was now.

Stepping into the cardboard box, Katie pulled it up around her torso, pinning it to her sides with her elbows, and gingerly straightened up.

With the coast clear, Katie stepped out into the open. As she hurried across the tarmac footpath, she gasped as a cool breeze toyed with the edge of her box she tickled her unprotected pussy.

Katie didn't dare breaking into a sprint and risk damaging the box; besides, it was difficult to run with her arms out of commission.

The scamper from her hiding place to inside the school couldn't have taken more than 15 seconds, but to Katie, naked but for a cardboard box, it felt much longer. She'd decide to forgo stealth, and sneaking from one bench, bush or bin to the next, in favour of getting inside as quickly as possible.

When she was inside, Katie took a moment to pause, resting her back against the wall and catching her breath. She hoped no one had seen her from an upstairs window.

After gathering her thoughts, the half-naked girl padded down the corridor, searching for clothes...