The rest of Anna's trip to class was pretty uneventful_ save for a couple stares at the precarious state of her shirt. At least none of the students was aware of her biggest concern (the fact that she was bottomless beneath her skirt). She retrieved her books from her locker and arrived at her classroom with ease.
Once she was sitting in class, listening to the teacher drone on, the rest of the students paid even less attention to her. A brief respite, for Anna, was coming across another problem.
The skirt which was currently keeping her crotch carefully concealed was slowly becoming a hindrance. The remaining mud which Anna didn't manage to swipe away was drying and becoming awfully itchy. At first, it was barely noticeable, but as time passed, the grains of dirt and sand between her legs grew increasingly distracting and uncomfortable.
Anna knew she either had to somehow replace her skirt with something or wait it out in the class and deal with it later. She couldn't keep just scratching at it was bound to grab someone's attention.
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