...to the principal’s office!

“...I’m taking you straight to the principal’s office!”

“W-w-what?? But it isn’t my fault I’m naked! I swear! Ask Mrs. Wilson, she was the one who made me strip in the first place!”

“Oh, come on! You’re blaming this on that sweet old lady Mrs. Wilson? Do you have any idea who absurd you sound right now?”

“I-I swear it’s true! Ask her!”

“I’m not even going to bother doing that, since it’s such an blatant lie!” shouts Miss Turner. “What’s your name, streaker?”

“S-Sabrina.”

“Last name?”

“Davis.”

“Well, Sabrina Davis,” says Miss Turner, “you can explain this all to the principal, because that’s where we are going! Come on, let’s go!” With her hand still on Sabrina’s arm, Miss Turner begins walking Sabrina to the principal’s office.

“Can you please let go of my arm so I can cover my boobs-“

“No, Sabrina! You were so eager to show off your body earlier, you might as well show it now.”

“Oh come on, please!”

“Nope! Sorry Sabrina, but you should’ve thought before you acted. We take streaking seriously here.”

Sabrina moans. “Please! I swear I was just trying to get to the lost and found...”

“Oh really, now? What were you trying to get to the lost and found for?”

“T-to get clothes! I don’t wanna be naked! Can you please at least take me there before I go to the principal?”

Miss Turner contemplates Sabrina’s question. “Sabrina...”