Tripping over her feet.

As the last pencil clicks into place, Sally yanks the sharpener free, her hands shaking violently. She turns to flee, but her bare feet skid on the polished floor, causing her to stumble and nearly lose her balance.

In a **** bid to right herself, Sally throws her arms out to the sides, accidentally knocking over a stack of textbooks in the process. The books cascade to the ground with a loud thud, their pages rustling and flipping wildly.

Panic surges through her veins as she scrambles to gather the fallen texts, her heart threatening to explode from her chest. Each second feels like an eternity, the classroom's silence broken only by the frantic rustling of paper and the sound of her own ragged breathing.

She hears the students in the class being to ask about the noise of her fumbling with the books. Thankfully for the moment her nudity is still concealed due to the darkness of the classroom and the fact she is currently crouched down. She has to think fast and say something to keep students from getting suspicious and investigating and discovering her nudity.

"I-I'm so sorry everyone," she stammers, her voice shaking as she tries to project it across the room without standing up. "I was just trying to find my textbook, and I guess I knocked over the wrong pile by accident. I'm really clumsy sometimes, you know?"

She hopes her self-deprecating comment will be enough to deflect suspicion. Meanwhile, she frantically tries to arrange the fallen books into some semblance of order, praying that none of her classmates will feel compelled to come over and help her.

The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly as Sally waits to see if her hasty explanation will suffice.