"Ten minutes left!" called the professor from the front of the classroom as the sound of scribbling pencils intensified. The room was only about half full of students by this point. The other half had already handed in their exams and departed.
Among them was a pretty young blonde, sitting at a desk near the back of the room. She seemed to be nervously twiddling a pencil, but otherwise not moving. The girl was sporting a red and white long sleeve shirt that hugged the curve of her breasts and a plain gray skirt that came down to her mid-thigh. Covering the length of her legs were black tights, disappearing under the loose pleated skirt, providing a bit more coverage of what would have otherwise been exposed thighs. Two bright red shoes sat on her feet, a similar shade of red to the cotton shirt sitting on her shoulders. And, of course, she presumably had some underwear on as well.
Isabel stared down at the paper in front of her, trying to figure out a solution. A solution that had nothing to do with the test resting in front of her. As a matter of fact, she had finished her exam almost fifteen minutes ago. No, Isabel was trying to come up with a solution for how she could hand in the exam and leave the room as discretely as possible.
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