Amber is last

Reaching into the hat, Miss pulled out a small thing piece of paper on it. Emma Jones." Miss called out and then took a seat on the edge of the desk.

A short girl, with brunette hair in pig tails, glasses and what seemed like A cup breasts, got up out of her seat and made her way to the front. Emma did exceptionally well, spoke very clearly, didn't ramble on or repeat herself, a very good showing from the girl. When Emma finished, she gave a little bow and returned to her seat.

"Nicely done, Emma." Miss complimented, as she smiled.

" Thank you." Emma replied.

"Alex Browning." Miss announced, after pulling out another name.

A tall boy with short, blonde hair and brown eyes, got up and similar to Emma, didn't spoke very clearly, didn't repeat any points and even cracked a few jokes during it. Once he had taken his bow, Miss continued pulling out names and people continued giving their reports. The reports that followed weren't top notch like the first 2, but they weren't bad by any means all of good quality. I began to feel really nervous, so many great reports, "What if I am the only one to struggle through my report? What if I'm the only one who fails?" I thought to myself.

Soon enough, there were only 2 people who had not done their reports, myself and another girl.

"Hannah Stilton." Miss called out.

A short girl, with glasses, ginger pig tails, B cup breasts and freckled faced, began walking over to the front of class, clutching her report in both hands. It was clearly very difficult for her as she stuttered every other word and barely looked up from the paper. Hannah's report was clearly well written, she just struggled to get the words out. Once she had taken a bow everyone gave her a round of applause, which made the shy girl blush.

"Well done Hannah, that was clearly difficult for you and I am very proud of you." Miss praised.

"T-thank you," Hannah replied and sat back down.

" Alright Amber, whenever you're ready?" Miss said.

With a huge gulp, I stood up and made my way to the front of the classroom. Seeing all those eyes staring at me was too much, my heart was pounding, my hand started to shake and when I opened my mouth to speak not a sound came out.

"Come on Amber, you can pull through. Miss said.

Though her words of encouragement were nice, they didn't help, I still could not utter a single syllable.

"What is the matter?" Miss asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"T-he words, t-hey just won't c-ome out." I stuttered, struggling to string a sentence together.

"If you don't say anything, I can't give you any marks." Miss said, bluntly.

"Miss?" Carly Banks, a long haired brunette, with C cup breasts, athletic, cheerleader, spoke out.

"What is it Carly? Miss asked.

"I've read a study recently that states, if the person giving the presentation is in their underwear, then they will be more comfortable and won't be as shy." Carly said, as I saw her smirk and then try to hide it, clearly an obvious lie.

"No Carly, I believe the saying is picture the audience in their underwear." Miss replied.

"Oh no Miss, I think I've read that case study as well and it was quite clear about the speaker actually being in their underwear, to make them feel more relaxed.* Emma said backing up Carly.

"We just don't want Amber to fail, after all, she does so well on everything else." Carly added.

Miss paused for a moment, she seemed to be actually taking this seriously.