Call her landlady

Lauren took a deep breath. ”Okay, don’t panic,” she told herself. This was embarrassing, but not the end of the world. She wasn’t the first person to lock herself out of her house in a towel, and she wouldn’t be the last. True, she didn’t want anyone who knew her to see her like this, but this was fixable! She just had to get to a phone, call her landlady, and ask her to leave a new key under the mat. Then, she could come back, unlock the door, and everything would be fine. For now, she just had to get to a phone.

Lauren took a step, only to feel a tug on her towel. “Oh no,” she whispered, looking down. Her towel was caught in the door! She tugged on it frantically, but there was no dislodging it. She’d need to open the door to get it free.

Okay. This definitely made things more complicated. Being caught running around in just a towel was embarrassing. Being caught running around naked could get her arrested. Not to mention that everyone who saw her would know about her underdeveloped body. With a towel, she might be able to disguise it. But naked, everyone would realize just how much padding she normally wore. She’d be a laughing stock!

Lauren **** herself to take another deep breath. Panicking would accomplish nothing. Right now, she needed to figure out where could find a phone, and how she could get to it.