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Chapter 7 by Lusoluz

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Olivia trying to understand the sudden interest in filming her

“Hey!” Miss Vicksen angrily squeaked, leaning up from the perpetrator’s desk, “What the hell is going on with all of you?!”

Students struggled to stifle their laughter any longer, watching as Miss Vicksen eased up from Derek’s desk, and her dress began to ease its way down. By backing up slightly, Olivia inadvertently relieved some of the tension that was holding her unfastened skirt in place, and was dangerously close to having it relieved it altogether.

A few isolated camera clicks could be heard throughout the class, finally raising Miss Vicksen’s suspicion. But before she could begin to investigate what was the matter, one of her least favorite voices chimed back in, eager to offer a clue on the secret she was last to know.

“Well, I don’t know about everyone else Miss Vicksen, but personally,” Derek explained, shooting a glance downward, “I’m just happy it’s Friday…”

Olivia raised an eyebrow at the strange response, side-eyeing her agitating student.

“What?” Miss Vicksen said perplexed, “Why would that even…“

Olivia’s voice trailed off, eventually being drown out by the class’ increasing commotion. Derek’s comment had triggered a tittering chain reaction from his many classmates, and a code red alert ringing in Olivia’s head. A look of unbridled terror had spread over the teacher’s face, finally piecing together all of what surely must be going on. And every terrible suspicion was multiplying itself rapidly in her mind, assembling into her biggest fear, but producing the smallest:

“Oh no…”

Followed by,

“…oh god please no…”

Fearfully looking across all her giggling students, then hesitantly looking down, Miss Vicksen’s worst possible thoughts were proven to be happening.

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