The skirt

A split second decision lead to her thinking the skirt,which provided the most cover, would be the best option to provide the least embarrassment. Unfortunately for her, this would not end up working out in her favor.

Due to her heart rate increasing so fast at her new situation, her hands have begun shaking, and she isn’t as dexterous as she used to be.

She reached down, discreetly as she can, and attempts to pull of her skirt as fast as possible. This turned out to be too fast as she didn’t have time to calculate the angle at which she was lifting the skirt and suddenly the skirt rips in her grasp with a horrible taring sound. Which would definitely be loud enough for the rest of the class got hear and give them reason to turn and look at her, but luckily this happened right as the bell rang, saving her from the unwanted attention.

Everyone was so focused on packing up and leaving that they didn’t see the completely bottomless girl sitting right in the back of the classroom

But the bell didn’t work out all in her favor, for in her relief at the sound of the bell, she hadn’t yet realized, “oh no, I have to go to the next class! What do i do?” I could go to the next class, putting on an act of shamelessness, I could sit here and try to blend in with the other classes in this room until the end of school, I could wear the skirt that has now been completely torn apart for the rest of the day, or I could try to sneak out of school. And what is is god damn itch all about?!