Sandry makes a noise

"Who was that?!" snapped Miss Lane, looking over in Sandry and Robyn's direction.

It had, of course, been Sandry. Or rather, her shirt again. The two tears had both ripped further at the same time and Sandry's shirt was now ripped from her left armpit to her right shoulder, all across her back. The back of her blouse folded down, yielding to gravity, and completely exposing the back of Sandry's white bra to those sitting behind her.

Robyn sat next to her friend, struggling as hard as she could to contain her laughter.

Miss Lane strode over to Sandry's desk and gave her an icy glare. From her position she couldn't see Sandry's ruined trousers or the torn back of her blouse. She turned her gaze to Robyn.

"Is there something you find funny?" she asked.

Robyn stifled her smile and shook her head, knowing she couldn't say anything without bursting into laughter at her friend's predicament.

"Very well. Then let's just get the lesson started for the d-"

PING!