Some slippage

"Miss Palmer?" A usually quite girl in the back, Alyssa, asked. "Yes?" I answered, looking up from my computer.

"Could you maybe tell me what my piece is missing? I've tried a couple of things, but I want your opinion." She asked. She was is part of my later period classes, but was in early working on a piece of art for a competition.

I mentally sighed, running over just what the spector could do to embarrass me, but I marched on towards Alyssa nonetheless.

That would prove to be a mistake.

I didn't notice at first, but the spector had knocked one of the student's pencil to the ground. I tripped, but it wouldn't leave any lasting damage.

"Oh my god, Miss Palmer! Are you okay?" Several students asked in concern. "I'm fine, class. It'll probably leave a bruise later, but I'm fine." I reassured the class.

However, I didn't try to get up because in the fall, my skirt had ripped down the zipper. If I tried to stand up, it would definitely fall down. But I couldn't just sit on the floor all day.