Run for the door

Sandry edged around the end of the row, she now realised there were three students, two boys and a girl, and they had entered the row she had exited only moments before. She also heard the book cart starting to trundle in her direction, meaning Miss Cohen was heading her way. She was about to run out of places to hide.

The door was twenty metres away, most of that with no cover unless she dove behind the librarian's desk. But the students in her row were now about three metres away and getting closer.

Sandry tiptoed for the first few steps, and then broke into a sprint. She raced across the floor, determined that even if someone saw her departing rear, they would never be able to identify her face.

She covered the distance to the door in record time, and saw the reflection of herself in the glass door- all light pink, white and curvy. Her hair had come loose and was starting to fall across her reddening face, this time red with exertion rathen than embarrassment.

The reflection altered as the door suddenly swung towards her, slamming into Sandry's body and knocking her to the floor.

She landed flat on the carpet, exclaiming in shock and some pain. She pulled herself into a half-sitting position, chest heaving against her flimsy and over-taxed bra, and looked up at the group who had just entered.

Mrs Wilson, the school headmistress, was leading a group of half a dozen people that Sandry vaguely recognised as the school governors.

"The library, recently refurbished and..." Mrs Wilson's voice faded away as she realised what she was looking at. "Sandry!" she looked at the astonished group of governors, who were also looking down at the girl. "Sandry is... erm... usually one of our best students. Quite what she's doing here like this I'm not sure."

"I can explain..." Sandry paused. "Actually, no I can't."

With an elastic "SNAP" Sandry felt a sudden lightness around her chest, as her bra strap failed.