Steph trips

You watch the two girls walk out of the rest room and follow them, clocking a few more people wandering around the corridor now. A sly grin on your face, you mentally give Steph a little push and watch as she stumbles, falling flat on her face.

As she falls her skirt flicks up flashing her naked arse to everyone else in the corridor, drawing sniggers from those near by. Steph's face flushes red as Yasmin carefully bends to help her up, the two girls sharing a concerned look. "We need to get to class, NOW." Steph finally says, Yasmin nodding silently in agreement.

You follow the two of them towards the classroom, behaving yourself for the moment, and letting the two of them carefully take their seats. You watch for a moment as the rest of the class files in, until there are twenty nine students in their seats, chatting to each other. Finally the teacher - a black haired woman in her thirties - walks in, scanning the class. "Good morning class." She says, a stern look on her face.

She's greeted by a small chorus of "Good morning, Miss Sullivan" as she moves to stand behind her desk, looking over them once more.

"And where is Miss Opal?" Miss Sullivan asks.

As if on cue the class door bursts open, and another student suddenly dashes in. "I'm so sorry I'm late miss...." she begins, and an idea his you.