The backpack pulls off her belt

She felt the clasp on her belt snap open under the pressure, then heard the woooosh of synthetic fabrics running over one another as the belt was whisked off her body.

Anna barely had time to catch her skirt before it fell on the ground. She was left pressing one hand in front and one in back, walking awkwardly with one leg raised slightly to prevent it from slipping farther. She carefully repositioned her hands, clamping the back tight with one hand as she lifted the skirt back into place with the other.

While tightly holding the back of her skirt shut with one hand, she used the other to snatch for the elastic strip dangling from the backpack in front of her. Unfortunately, the guy soon pushed forward, disappearing into the crowd. She thought it was too risky to pursue him. Someone bumping into her protruding elbow might easily make her drop her skirt, and she might need her other hand free to catch her skirt if it slipped again.

It was more important than ever for her to get to math class now. Rather than risk any further catastrophes in the jostling crowd, she carefully stepped out into a side hallway and waited for the crowd to pass. When the next school bell rang, leaving the hallway deserted, she carefully tip toed down the hallway, toward the classroom, hoping this whole nightmare would soon be over.