Sneaking across the field

Sandry realised she was coming to the end of the wooded area, and if she wanted to get back to the school building and try and get some clothes she would have to cross the sports field.

She reached the last bush and paused. She could hear the rest of her class still moving around and doing their work. If she was lucky they might be distracted for a bit longer and not notice her, but if there is one thing this day had taught her it was that she was not lucky.

About twenty feet away on the field there was a fixed scoreboard. Sandry took a few deep breaths, tried to gather her courage, and ran for it. She covered the distance faster than she would have thought possible and skidded to a halt behind the scoreboard. She stopped, listening for some sound that she had been seen, but there was nothing. She made her way along the width of the board then paused at the end to look for her next cover.

There was nothing close, she could see the football goals but Sandry knew she was not slender enough to hide behind a goal post. Past this it was even further to reach a small shed where the school stored balls and other sports equipment. It was a long way to run and she was almost guaranteed to be spotted, but her alternative was to stay hiding here in her underwear all day.