Not worth it

Anna straightened back up. It wasn't worth it, not one bit. With her abysmal luck today, she'd just end up eating mud.

Frustrated, she spun towards the back of the school yard and forcefully kicked her right flat off, watching it sail away, before dashing for the doors. Her bare feet flashed beneath her swirling skirt, again just barely keeping her panties concealed, her breasts again battering her bra with their titanic movements, its' seams and clasp straining mightily to contain them. Several stinging slaps of her bare soles on concrete saw her nearly slamming into the doors as she shot through them, a glance at the clock telling her she had about two minutes to get to class. She knew she could make it to class if she just went straight to it, no worries. She needed her book, though, as her teacher had a peculiar system for borrowing books, which involved giving up an article of clothing for the period. Normally, that wasn't a big deal, as shoes counted, but she didn't have shoes. She'd have to run to get her book and make it to class on-time, and it was still hit-or-miss if she would make it.