Wait for Rebecca to return

You stand as still as a statue, shivering violently with your chest heaving. You cross your fingers and toes and pray that no one is going to walk in.

You don't know how much time passes, but before long your arms start to ache with the effort of holding them up.

You hear a bell sound in the distance and the babble of hundreds of feet walking past...but no one walks in. A few minutes later, you hear the last of the classroom doors close. That was far too close.

Your shoulders are screaming in pain, pleading, imploring with you to lower your arms. But that's not your only issue.

Having not been to the toilet since that morning, your bladder was almost at capacity. Try as you might, you couldn't stop your legs from shifting, or your toes from twitching. There was a toilet off to the side, but you daren't move towards it in case Rebecca returned.

Closing your eyes and trying to block out the sensations from your swollen bladder and screaming shoulders, you pray with everything you have that Rebecca would return soon.