A piece of her clothing got caught

(Originally written by Teraton on writing.com)

Molly lingered for a moment, her right foot halfway to the second step of the bus. She really didn't want to do this.

"Molly?" Her mother called from down the aisle, "Come on now, we're waiting on you!" It was true- every other passenger had sat down, her family the farthest back. With a suppressed sigh and a roll of her eyes, Molly reluctantly moved forward.

Or at least, she tried to- and she continued up the steps she felt some resistance; a tugging on the back of her skirt. Looking behind her, Molly's heart sank. Everyone else had been ready to go, including the bus driver, who had closed the door with her just barely inside. Apparently he was also not thrilled about the tour- the annoyed look he was giving her wasn't exactly encouraging her to ask for his cooperation.

"Honey?" Her dad called, still waiting on her for the tour to start.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" came the girls reply. She grit her teeth, one hand coming back to tug on the offending article as she walked forward. To her relief, she managed to move, coming free of the door. To her horror, it was accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric. Her eyes and hands shot down to her lower half, quickly finding that the skirt...