A class comes in

Sandry really should have waited until lessons had started, then she would have known whether the classroom was actually empty, instead of about to have thirty students enter it.

Sandry jumped to her feet as she heard the door handle start to turn. She had no time, she was about to be seen by everyone!

A door stood ajar next to her and without thinking she dived inside it, pulling it closed behind her, leaving just a tiny gap so she could see out.

Sure enough, a class full of students was piling into the room, missing seeing Sandry by less than a second.

One of the girls coming in noticed the pair of shoes lying on the floor.

"Hey, whose are these?" she called.

"That's nothing!" a guy called from very near by, picking Sandry's still unfixed trousers up from the machine.

Sandry cursed- she hadn't thought to bring the clothes with her, and now she was half-naked, stuck in what she realised was a dark supply cupboard. Her only hope was firstly that the class left her clothes there for her to get at the end of the lesson, and secondly and most urgently that no one needed anything from the cupboard.