As it turned out YES the school was making you all go outside to get to your next classes. You sighed as you went to the back of the classroom as some people tried to get out fast and get it over with, wanted to embrace the changes, etc... It did let you take out your umbrella without anyone trying to take it from you, and then you felt someone tap you on the back. It was... what's her face... the one who you'd also consider a late bloomer as a bit of a short, with the bowl cut, and the glasses on her face. There may have also been a zit or two, but giving her some attention she said "I believe we're both in Mr. Stone's class next period? May I join you?"
Your umbrella was on the smaller side that barely kept you semi-dry... but... it was hard to say no.... "Sure..." and by the time you got out you felt awkward trying to keep her under your umbrella, at least just a bit... The rain had for sure gotten you a little and with a growth spurt or two you somewhat towered over her. A few steps and the rain was mostly hitting from above and then the wind started to pick up, you were mostly dry but the rain started to hit... That girl you still didn't quite remember the name of. She pressed her small body against yours closer to try to get out of the rain. Of course she was a little bit soaked and the years were starting to be piled on bit by bit. Her body growing and filling out bit by bit, and as you adjusted your umbrella to try to keep her a little more sheltered you felt the rain hit you more as well so you jerked it back leaving her to shriek a bit as more rain hit her. It only took a minute or two to get to the next class, but both of you were a little bit soaked. You were standing in your adulthood and looked down at the nearly adult girl who had blossomed. her complexion was better as were her... You could tell she was trying to hold her cleavage and... lower body into her clothing. Her sweater vest and longer skirt were not holding her flesh in very well and she looked flustered as you looked down at her as her breasts were rather prominent and she had no way of hiding them. You opened the door to your next class to find a mixture of kids who had managed to keep themselves young, a few who had been exposed too long and were nearly elderly, and a couple who found a sweet spot and had aged to more or less their physical and sexual peak. Mr. Stone looked normal, not really excited about aging anymore, and having been in the classroom while the rain continued. For little miss not so little miss that you were escorting she went to one of the faucets as Mr. Stone was the chemistry teacher teaching in the lab, and turned the water on and began to drank till she was at a comfortable size of... more or less normal. Her zit didn't come back, but you were curious why she wanted to... I mean you guessed having clothes that fit made the most sense, and as other students who were too old saw one of the smarter girls in the class drink water and return to normal there was a drinking frenzy among many.
Mr. Stone cleared his throat and said "Excuse me kids... Now's the time for class. I have a little room in the curriculum for special occasions, and I think now would be a good idea to test out how to isolate something. Maybe some sort of contaminate or drug in some mixture. I had someone collect some water from the drain pipes close to the classroom and we have some samples to work with." Thus the class started working on two samples to isolate. An obvious sample that was by the book, and the mysterious water... just in case someone found out something that could be useful on some off-chance. Of course during that time Mr. Stone took the role call where you learned that girl's name which was Melinda.