[Marauderr]

Immediately after opening the door and stumbling out into the hallway, Amira frantically looked in all directions to see if she was alone. At least for now, she was. However, she realized that she cannot hesitate so much. Time was a factor, and there was basically nowhere to hide anyway. So, she began running towards the general direction of the school gym.

While Amira had little trouble with her weight, she had absolutely no athletic ability. Even in perfect conditions, Amira was incapable of running for any prolonged amount of time. At best, she could keep up a light jog for a few minutes, but even this would wind her eventually. She never was put into situations where she had to sprint, as she never played sports or even practically tried hard in gym class. However, this was far from an ideal circumstance. Due to her state of dress, Amira’s heart was pounding profusely, which made it difficult to run. Despite only being in her bra and underwear, the large black boots remained on her feet, making it even more difficult to run. Finally, Amira could not commit herself to running in any fluid motion. She could not help but instinctively use her hands to cover her body in various ways. Her hands went from covering her ass, her vagina and her breasts in ineffective rotations. She could not help but stretch the back of her panties out, as they were running up her butt because of the running. All of these factors made it difficult for Amira to make efficient progress towards the gym. As she awkwardly ran down the hall, the cackling of her cumbersome, high-heeled boots reflected throughout the hallway, nullifying any sort of stealth Amira had. Halfway down the hallway, she could not help but close her eyes in apprehension. Once again, the floodgates in her mind opened and a torrent of thoughts sweeped through her mind.

“This can’t be happening this can’t be happening! Why did I keep these fucking boots on?! My hijab too, maybe I should just take it off, so I’m not recognized. But then I’ll feel more exposed. Shit is there someone behind me?! No, I can’t look back, just keep running. I’m about to pass out, but… must… keep going…”.

Despite the war being waged in her head, luck was finally on her side. Despite her poor running, she kept a fast-enough pace to not be seen through any of the classes she ran past. As she navigated the longest hall that lead to the gym, Amira miraculously avoided any contact. This could be attributed to the strict attendance policies that were put into place that year; any student seen in the halls during class without a pass would be suspended indefinitely. However, as Amira approached the end of the long hall, she hugged herself against the wall, desperately trying to catch her breath.

Peaking around the corner, Amira pondered her next decision. If she continued forward (making a left out of the current hallway she was in), the next hallway offered the most direct route to the gym. If she went down this way, another turn would put her in an adjacent hallway that lead directly to the gym entrance, with the girls’ locker room on the left of the entrance and the boy’s locker room on the right. However, this route also provided the most danger. On the way to the gym, right in the middle of the hallway, was the cafeteria entrance. At any time, hundreds of students and faculty would be packed into the large cafeteria. It was common for students to loiter around the entrance, as the bathrooms were across from this entrance. It was a coinflip chance as to whether the big double-doors that lead to the cafeteria would be opened or closed, so Amira had no way of knowing if she could sprint down this hall in time.

On the other hand, another more scenic route was available. Instead of making a left and the immediate right, inevitably going past the cafeteria, Amira could theoretically make a right instead, which leads to the doors to the music room. By going this way, Amira would avoid the potentially crowded hallway. Instead, by going directly through the large music room, she could come out the opposite entrance of the classroom, and end up in the gym hallway, bypassing the cafeteria entrance altogether. However, this also pretended difficulties. The music room itself was more of a mini auditorium. When you entered through the doors closest to Amira, the room had a clear path towards the other door on the opposite side. However, this corridor was completely exposed to the rest of the room. While any students in the room would be facing away from this view, looking at the teacher, a half-naked girl stumbling through the door and attempting to sprint through the class would certainly get everyone’s attention. Plus, even if she got through unscathed, she would appear right in front of the boy’s locker room entrance, and she would have to run down that smaller hallway towards the girl’s locker room. No matter what, there was risk involved, but the riskiest thing to do is to remain at the end of the hall, exposed to anyone passing by. Still, Amira's dread and nervousness plagued her ability to decide, so she remained in place like a statue.

Mulling these options in her head, Amira once again became paralyzed with indecision and anxiety. Still peaking around the corner at the end of the long hallway, she could not help but pace in place, unable to keep her legs still. She pondered the pros and cons as quickly as her frazzled mind could. The hallway route meant she’d have to run past the cafeteria, and if the gym doors are open too, anyone looking outside the doors would have a clear view of Amira running down the hall. But she couldn’t just go through the music room, what if she fell, and what if she was followed? But in the hallway the bell could ring at any moment and…

The bell… Amira’s mind went blank for a few seconds. How long has she stood here, contemplating her choices? Somehow, no one walked by at this point, but her luck runs out this very second, as the bell signaling the end of the period rang throughout the school. The shock was so great, Amira found herself incapable of screaming. Immediately, the noise of the students getting ready to leave the nearby classrooms enclosed around Amira. She had perhaps five seconds to run, hide, do anything before dozens of her fellow students saw her, so Amira bolted towards her only hope, the nearby janitor’s closet. Moving practically like an animal outrunning its prey, Amira stumbles feet away from the door, and madly crawls on all fours to the door. Literally as she broke through the door, students began their trek through the hall. Falling into the extremely small closet, Amira turned and slammed the door shut, and immediately pressed her back to the door, praying that no one would try to open it. At this point, her knees were nearing the point of collapse, as Amira felt as if her heart would leap out of her chest. Breathing intensely, the noise of all the students through the door disabled Amira’s thoughts once more.

Before, Amira was relatively displaced from other people in her lewd state. Now, one unlockable, weak door was all that separated Amira from being seen by people. At this point, Amira fully began to comprehend how close she was to having her life essentially end in just a few seconds of exposure. Every single person she knew had a smartphone. Almost all of these had HD cameras. Once she was caught, it would be impossible to run away fast enough, there would be dozens and dozens of pictures and videos taken of her worst nightmare. Even without her hijab, her skin color and body gave away who she was. She couldn’t even move; the videos and pictures would follow her forever. Potentially, a new life would have to be started, perhaps multiple times. She slumped down to sit, folding her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Once again in her protected, curled-ball position, Amira began to uncontrollably cry. Rocking back and forth, this process continued for an indefinite amount of time.

Gradually, Amira snapped out of her trance. Rising to her feet, Amira looked around the small closet for any sort of potential cover. Once again, she could not find anything, all that remained was the mop and various cleaning supplies. As she scanned the closet, she noticed a janitor’s schedule on the wall. During certain intervals, the janitor is scheduled to clean certain parts of the school. Deciphering the schedule, Amira figured that the janitor could come to this closet anytime within the next few minutes. The thought of going back into the hallway made Amira tremble. Still, she mustered up her courage. With a fierce, new founded sense of confidence and determination, Amira planned her escape. She couldn’t hesitate, all she could do is hang a right out the door, make an immediate right down the next hall and make a be-line towards the locker room. Even if she is seen, getting to the locker room would minimize her exposure, and if she covered her face, she could avoid maximum embarrassment. She decided to keep her hijab on (as it was really her only safety blanket for her destroyed confidence). However, the boots certainly had to go, as going in her socks would allow her to run much more efficiently.

At this point Amira became perhaps too determined. The every-clumsy girl quickly raised her right leg to take off her first strapped-on boot, instead of crouching down to undo them. By raising her leg, she lost her balance and began to hop on her left leg, attempting to regain balance. She failed and tumbled down. As if God seemingly was not against Amira enough, on her way down Amira’s luck failed her yet again. As she fell, she contorted herself and her back caught an exposed mop handle. In perfect (or in her case, imperfect) motion, the handle ran up her back as she fell. While it was not sharp, the handle slid across her back and hit the middle of her bra strap. Since the bra was too small for her expansive breasts, the weak bra exploded off her chest.

Rising to her feet, Amira instinctively grabbed her breasts with her hands, mortified and bewildered at the same time. Grabbing her bra from the floor, Amira hopelessly attempts to put the bra back on. But it was no use, the strap snapped in half, and had no chance of being used again. Throwing the garment in frustration, Amira looked down and helplessly stared at her now fully exposed breasts. Ginormous in size, they were perfectly round, and the tone perfectly matched her tan skin. What stood out most, however, were her areolas and nipples. Unlike most girls, Amira’s areolas covered a large portion of her breasts. Dark brown in complexion, they easily were the biggest in the school, and due to the circumstances, her nipples were fully erect. Seeing how prominent her breasts and nipples were without her bra horrified Amira. Being seen like this was bad enough, but now that her breasts were exposed, the thought of getting caught somehow got worse. To avoid another breakdown, Amira initiated her final escape, and barraged through the closet door.