(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Riiiip. Her eyes went wide as she realized what was happening, far too late. The towel tore in half, and it was all she had held against her as she fell back into the stall.
"Hey, what happened to the..." That last confused comment was all Chihiro paid any mind to before she let the stall door shut, touching her hands against it to keep it as quiet as possible. "...ohno..." She whispered to herself as she held up the tattered half of the towel. This was bad... it wasn't even a lengthy part of the garment. It had torn the short way. She couldn't even wrap it around her body! It would cover wherever she held it, nothing more... well, maybe her lower body if she held it together, but that was a stretch.
As for the boys, they were convinced they weren't alone, and they began searching stalls! While they were searching the next one over, Chihiro finally acted.
Towel or no towel, she had to go! She opened the stall door and ran for the bathroom exit. There was one small problem...
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