The rip gets worse

Sandry joined the queue of students filing into her first class. As more students joined the line behind her, she heard giggling starting.

"Nice knickers." came a mocking voice. Sandry looked over her shoulder, into the green eyes of Jasmine, a girl far too popular to be friends with her. Sandry just blushed, unable to think of a response.

"Maybe you should wear something cuter. You know, if you can't find trousers too fit your fat arse." Jasmine continued. Her friends gathered round her were laughing.

"Shut up." Sandry muttered, turning back around and walking straight into the door frame, to the amusement of the other girls. Her books dropped from her hands.

She quickly bent to pick them up.

RIP!

The split opened up, racing down the back of her right leg to the knee and exposing a large part of her thigh.

Quickly gathering her belongings, Sandry dashed into the room and looked for her seat.