She goes to class

Sighing, Sandry straightened up and hoisted her bag onto her shoulder. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad, she thought. Sure people in the corridor had noticed, but they had heard the rip and had turned to look.

If she had been able to see behind herself as she walked down the corridor, she might have thought differently. The seat of the trousers, now released from trying to hold her large backside in, was gaping wide and the white and pink cotton was impossible to miss against the dark grey of the trousers.

At the sound of camera phones clicking behind her, Sandry decided she should probably should move a bit faster.