Jam the door

Miss Opal looks in wide eyed panic, darting behind Miss Sullivan's desk for some cover. "Stay there Tabitha." She finally says, heading towards the door.

As Miss Sullivan tries the handle you chuckle to yourself, clicking your fingers. Miss Sullivan tugs and tugs at the door itself, but too no avail, the door is jammed right on the skirt. Changing track miss Sullivan begins to tug at the skirt instead. As she does she suddenly spots one of the boys in the front row, his phone in his hand, the camera aimed at Tabitha Opal.

"Steven James, perhaps rather than trying to make matters worse you could come over here and help me with the door!" Miss Sullivan demanded. "And as soon as it's open we can delete any pictures you've been taking on your phone."

The black haired boy reluctantly stands up, joining Miss Sullivan at the door. "You pull the skirt Mr James," Miss Sullivan said, "and I'll try the door."

You watch as the two of them line up to pull at the door, and wonder how you can make this more fun.