Cursing yourself loudly, you turn around and make a go for the front doors, trying to go unnoticed. Just as you turn a corner, you see a teacher go out from a nearby class ahead of you, so you try to quickly turn back again the way you got there. Unfortunately the clicking of the heels gives you away, attracting the teachers attention.
"Hey, miss!" he yells at you, freezing you in place, scared and not knowing what to do. "Wait right there a moment, please!", he says coming where you are standing. You turn and look at him briefly, recognizing him: it's your English teacher, and he's a jerk, just what you need right now.
"What are you doing in the hallways, miss?" he asks you, holding your arm gently and spinning you around so he can see you. "Do you have any..." he begins to ask, but stops when he sees you.
"Mister Smith? What's this supposed to mean? It's some sort of joke or something?" he says visibly angry.
"No, I can explain it!" you blurt out, not sure how to begin.
"Oh, I'm sure you could, in the principal office" and he motions to grab your sleeve to take you there.
"No, wait! You don't understand!" you exclaim, backing away, but he manages to grab your right hand, brushing his jacket against your hand.
"What exactly I don't understand?" he says, unaware of the pink glittering goo going up his jacket sleeve.
"Aw, crap..." you mutter.