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Taking care to make small steps Monica walked through the halls, she had luckily run in to the art teacher and told her she wasn't feeling so well and would be going home. Looking over the obviously over stretched sweater, now so thin she fancied she could see the slight blush of her student's pointing nipples, the teacher quickly agreed. Writing a note to help smooth the way at the office, she watched Monica go, the slight swishing of her skirt revealing the pale lower crescents of sizable cheeks. 'Hmm maybe the next class should do images of the moon...', she thought as she continued on her way.

After collecting her bag, her conniving sister somehow not lurking Monica made her way to the front desk to sign out and walked through the front doors.

Making it through the front doors and past the security fences she just took a moment to lean against a wall and breathe. And then laugh, first a giggle then a chuckle and then an almost manic guffaw. Blushing at the coarse sound and looking around she saw she was alone. Monica calmed herself and used her phone to call a car for pickup. She could just taste the freedom.

She would go home, change into actual clothes and then wait until her mom was ready to go to the mall.