Problems

Heather had two classes that day and the first one went without incident. For some reason, she felt disappointed, but figured maybe Jennifer had long-term plans and that there wasn't anything to worry about.

For her second class, she caught her sleeve on the doorknob on the way in and she felt her uniform silently rip and tear. She pulled her sleeve free and quickly sat down at her regular seat near the front of the class. Trying to look normal, she took stock of her dress. Her uniform was still ON her, but she could feel cool, fresh air seeping in all over her upper body. Looking down, she could see three tiny rips in the front of her blouse, but her skirt felt okay. Her blouse was in twelve dinstinct pieces, all of which were held together by a single, long thread. When that thread was pulled, it divided all the other pieces from each other, but kept them on her. She would be okay as long as she didn't have to move around.