It's not an excuse

Miss Sullivan glares at Tabitha, shaking her head. "Exposing yourself to the class is not an excuse for being late," she moans, stalking across to the door, snatching up the torn skirt.

Tabitha stares at Miss Sullivan in shock for a moment, her hands trying to cover her underwear as best she can. "Miss...?"

Miss Sullivan places the skirt on her desk, before turning back. "Take your seat Miss Opal."

Tabitha's eyes suddenly widen, casting her eyes around the classroom, spotting all the eyes looking at her partial nudity. "But...."

"Do it!" Miss Sullivan snaps.