Almost, and yes

Gradually, she began to at least stop crying, and began to take in her surroundings for any sort of solution.

“Okay, breathe, breathe. My phone is on the other side of the room. No one is there, maybe I can sneak over and”

Before she could finish that thought, in the corner of her eye she saw the teacher walk over to the lathing machine where Amira lost her dress.

“Amira, how is your project going?”

The teacher half-heartedly looked around for her, only noticing her phone.

“I guess she went to the bathroom. The period is about to end, though. Ah well, might as well move this before it falls into the machine, these things are dangerous.” Monologuing his thoughts, the teacher took the phone and bought it to the front of the room, with the rest of the students who were waiting for the period to end.

Witnessing all this, Amira cursed under her breath. This setback also lit a fire under her (as if her entire body was not red-hot with anxiety and embarrassment). Knowing that the change of period would move people around, she finally concentrated for an alternate exit. She remembered that the metalshop was adjacent to the woodshop and shared a door. Usually, metalshop and woodshop would not be going on simultaneously, but she had no way of confirming this. Finally, a freshman began walking towards the back to put away some extra metal. Hearing his coming footsteps, Amira sprung up and began crouching towards the woodshop door. Hiding behind machines for cover, she clumsily crouched towards the door. Not taking anything to chance, she burst through the door, immediately turning around to slam the door shut. Amira anxiously and slowly turned around to face the woodshop, fearing the worst.