Her jacket sleeve became caught on the desk's corner.

(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

*rrrrrriiiip!*

Chihiro was quickly becoming all too familiar with that noise. With a sinking heart, Chihiro slowly pulled her blouse up from the floor, inspecting it to figure out what part just ripped. Amazingly, there were no signs of damage. So... where had that rip come from?

With a dread curiosity, Chihiro ran her hands along the sides of her school jacket, knowing that it was the only other thing on her that could be the culprit. Soon enough, Chihiro found the rip on her left sleeve, shreds of black fabric running from it to her desk. With a half-suppressed sigh of frustration, Chihiro grabbed the caught fabric and roughly ripped it free of her desk, figuring that would be the end of that.

Now with her jacket problem handled, Chihiro carefully began thinking of a way to slip her blouse back around her waist without anybody noticing.

What Chihiro had failed to realize, however, was that people were far more likely to notice the problem with her jacket. The rip might have started on her sleeve, but every movement Chihiro's torso made opened the rip just a little bit more. In time, the tear became clearly noticeable, practically able to be confused for a pocket if it weren't for the hints of bare flesh peeking through the hole.

Worst of all, the the nature of the rip meant that, soon enough, Chihiro's jacket would-