Pick up the chair so she could stand up and maintain some dignity

(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

If she couldn't pull her hands free, the Toriumi would just make the best of it. Bracing herself, the flustered teacher stood up and lifted the chair up with her. The chair wasn't terribly heavy, thankfully, so it wasn't too physically taxing to hold the chair up, even if the pull of the glue did sting the palms of her hands slightly.

Turning to face the class, the chair obscured Toriumi's lower half, making her seem almost presentable if it weren't for the chair glued to her hands. Clearing her throat, Toriumi did her best to reassert herself as the authority of the classroom.

"Whoever is responsible for this little prank will be severely punished. I hope this is understood, and I do hope it was worth it." Toriumi said, her voice dripping with venom. Unfortunately, her threat didn't carry the weight she would have liked, and the room still seemed to give off a feeling of no respect for the teacher.

"In any case. We are going to continue the lesson. Just disregard the seat, and open your textbooks." Toriumi said, straightening up as she spoke.

As Toriumi straightened up, however, she felt a tug. Not wanting to give away her sudden feeling of apprehension, Toriumi nonchalantly glanced down to see what was wrong. It was bad. The seat of the chair got too close to Toriumi's body, and some glue had pressed into her-