The girls' locker room

Scrambling to her feet, Amira went further into the locker room. Sweating uncontrollably, Amira looked for any reassurance; something to cover up with, or at least some sign that she was in the female locker room. Bumbling through the aisles, Amira found neither. Finally, she found the bathroom. As if the gates of heaven open themselves, Amira was greeted with the sight of three stalls. More importantly, no urinals. God finally had mercy in Amira, all her praying worked. Amira was safe in the female locker room. In a matter of seconds, the next period of girls would come in to change. But to Amira, who a few minutes ago was completely exposed to a male, this was a virtual relief. Surely some one would provide her with clothes, especially a teacher.

A minute passed, and no one came. Perplexed, Amira began to look through the locker room aisles. No one was present, and there was not a single stitch of loose clothing anywhere. Surely, the next period gym class would begin by now. Still, Amira appreciated this supposed lapse of exposure, so she made her way towards her gym locker. Peering through the holes, she saw her savior, the set of gym clothes she had in her locker. Now, all she had to do was get the damn thing open. The lockers in the school were notoriously hard to open, and Amira's locker was particularly difficult. Some days it could not open at all. But this day, it just had to. After around 30 seconds of unsuccessfully attempting to enter her combination, the loudspeaker roared with harrowing news.