Yes...and find some clothes

After a quick check to make sure that the corridor is empty, you sneak around the corner and prepare for the final dash. Taking a deep breath, you sprint down the corridor, your bare feet slapping loudly against the floor. Your eyes widen in fear as you hear someone approaching from the opposite direction...there's nowhere to hide!

You slide to a stop in front of the door and throw yourself through it. You slam the door close and collapse against it, breathing heavily as you hear voices pass by.

"Why's the floor wet?"

You freeze, terrified. You hadn't even realised that you'd been leaving a trail of water!

"Something's obviously leaking."

"No, look, it goes into here!"

You slam your hands over your mouth and close your eyes in fear as the door starts to open...

"Leave it, where going to be late!"

The door closes again and the footsteps retreat.

You collapse to the floor and let out a sob. It's almost too much for you. Fortunately, you still have enough of a grasp on your senses to remember why you're there.

You look around, assessing your options. Clothes have been tossed carelessly onto every shelf. This could take some time.

After much searching, you finally find a sports kit that is your almost your size. After rubbing yourself dry on what looks and smells like a relatively clean towel, you don your new outfit. You didn't feel comfortable wearing a regular uniform without underwear, but the was much less chance of accidental exposure wearing a sports kit. The black shorts are slightly too large, threatening to slide down your legs, while the plain white t-shirt is a little snug; anybody who got close to you would be able to tell that you weren't wearing a bra. But as you were going straight home, that shouldn't be a problem.

Locating a pair of trainers that are your size, you pull them on. It felt a little strange to be wearing shoes again after your long streak through the school.

Now sufficiently dressed, you leave the room and head towards the nearest exit. You can't help but smile; you'd joined a small club of people who'd escaped Rebecca's clutches and lived to tell the tale with your dignity largely intact.