Doors?

She sprinted up to the doors and pulled the handles until it felt like her hands would rip off. Her jacket flowed in the wind. She tugged and pushed further. Of course it locks. Why would a door not lock? But for it to happen while I’m naked outside? That’s just low. She looked up at the roof. And remembered a window that is usually open. She chose the window, less work.

She turned the corner and saw several bushes. She moved behind each one in case of cars. For once, it payed off. A car zoomed by, making her jacket reveal even more. She buttoned up her coat as if it would prevent her breasts from standing out. Their nipples peeked over the edge of the red jacket. She tucked them as in as they would get. She looked at herself and regretted having tattoos on her leg arm and above her ass. She snuck along the wall, trying to ignore the feeling of her naked body(excluding the coat).

She continued down to the art room. She looked through windows, checking to see if there was anybody there. She counts a total of four closed windows and then it cuts off. She checked the other windows again, in disappointment. She leans against the wall in defeat. There was a lump at her back. She turned around and saw another possible way in. She raised an eyebrow and looked up.