As the sun cast its golden rays upon the verdant treetops encircling Brighton Middle, the hallowed institution awakened to the rhythmic symphony of earnest young minds conversing in hushed tones. Amongst the towering redbrick walls, the air vibrated with the restless energy of the students preparing themselves for the daily grind of academia. 
The corridors echoed with the ebullient laughter of childhood as the merry cohort of scholars congregated within the sanctum of knowledge—the very crux of their existence.
Molly, a cheerful 13-year-old girl, hastened through the labyrinthine passageways panting heavily, her delicate features contorted in a desperate attempt to conceal the palpable tension emanating from her person. It wasn’t too long ago that she realized that she was late for school and quickly made her way over there as quickly as she could.
Normally she’d ask Scratch for help, but he was busy in the ghost world with his duties as the chairman.
Along the way, people gasped and gawked at her for some reason, but she didn’t pay them much attention. All she cared about was getting to school.
She soon arrived at her history teacher, Mrs. Roop’s, classroom and quickly opened the door as she burst in then stopped to catch her breath.
“Sorry I’m late, Mrs. Roop…” Molly began to say before everyone started laughing at her, much to her confusion.
She looked around at all the snickering faces. Some were smirking while others looked away, pretending not to notice, but Molly knew something was up.
"Miss McGee, you do realize you came to school like that right?" Mrs. Roop asked, pointing at Molly's ensemble. 
Molly looked down and gasped when she noticed that she was only wearing her white training bra and panties. She had been so rushed that day that she hadn't even checked herself in the mirror once. Completely humiliated, she screamed.
“Oh corn!” Molly exclaimed as she quickly attempted to cover herself with her hands and blushed bright red, still she laughed.
“Nice undies, McGee!” Tammy heckled.
“Oh, come on guys, leave her alone!” Libby spoke up, though no one listened to her and continued laughing and pointing at Molly, as well as take her picture and record her on their phones.
Molly tried to speak, tears streaming down her face as she felt trapped and humiliated. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, and she wanted nothing more than to run away and hide.
“This is so embarrassing…” Molly muttered, completely mortified.
"Enough!" Mrs. Roop finally snapped, raising her voice. "All of you, stop acting like children now! And sit back down, you know we have a lesson to go over today. We can discuss this later after class. Now, let's get started, shall we?"
The room fell silent as everyone reluctantly sat down. Even Molly went to and sat down at her desk.
Molly kept her eyes glued to the floor, her cheeks flushing deeper shades of crimson as the seconds ticked by. The atmosphere was thick with awkwardness, broken only by the occasional shuffling of feet under the desks. Mrs. Roop cleared her throat and began teaching the lesson.
"Today, we will be discussing the significance of the American Revolution," she announced, opening her textbook. But despite her best efforts, the whispers persisted, the cold stares piercing Molly's skin like icy daggers.
Even as they delved into the intricacies of America's tumultuous beginnings, a sense of unease permeated the air, the collective consciousness of the classroom pulsating with suppressed giggles just beneath the surface.
Mrs. Roop, ever vigilant, swivelled her gaze between Molly and the open textbook in front of her—a nautical vessel navigating choppy emotional waters. With every sideways glance, she silently hoped that the incident would fade into obscurity, swallowed whole by the relentless tide of time.
Molly clung to her desk as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders, her trembling knees threatening to buckle as the laughter grew louder. In that moment, she wished she could disappear, the cacophony of mockery drowning out her self-worth.
"Now, let us begin with what happened during the Boston Tea Party," Mrs. Roop said, her tone stern. The room fell silent again, save for the scratching of pens furiously scribbling notes.
As time went by, Molly felt the urge to pee, but she knew if she asked to go to the bathroom and left the classroom, everyone would get a good look at her underwear again.
As time went by, Molly felt the urge to pee, but she knew if she asked to go to the bathroom and left the classroom, everyone would get a good look at her underwear again.
Her legs quivered with strain as she squeezed her thighs together, gritting her teeth and breathing deeply to distract herself from the discomfort. Despite her best efforts, however, the need to relieve herself became increasingly unbearable as the minutes dragged on.
"I-I'm fine," Molly replied, her voice cracking. “No… really… I’m fine.”
“Molly?” Mrs. Roop spoke up, startling Molly. “Is there something wrong?”
“N-No…” Molly feebly denied.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“No…”
“Obviously you do.”
“But ma’am…”
“Just go, Molly. It’s alright.” Mrs. Roop encouraged. “Go, use the restroom.”
"O-okay," Molly responded hesitantly, standing up unsteadily. As she gathered her things, she could feel everyone's eyes boring into her panty covered backside, judging her and making assumptions. A few of them laughed or gasped but Mrs. Roop silenced them. Still, Molly felt like crying due to being so embarrassed.
Before she could leave the isle of seats, Tammy flashed a wicked grin and stuck out her foot to trip Molly. Molly gasped as she started to fall over, only to be stopped when Tammy grabbed her by the waistband of her panties suddenly.
“W-W-What?” Molly sputtered in surprise.
Tammy’s evil grin grew as she pulled and ripped Molly’s underwear off.
Molly cried out as she resumed falling forward and landed with her face on the floor and her bare buttocks sticking up in the air for all to see.
The classroom erupted in laughter, and Molly felt her face grow hot with humiliation as she lifted herself and looked back towards everyone on all fours with teary eyes.
“NICE BUTT!” Tammy hooted derisively as everyone laughed hysterically.
Mrs. Roop shouted, slamming her hand onto her desk. "That's enough, everyone! Stop teasing Molly, you’re hurting her feelings!"
"Who cares?" Tammy sneered. "It's not like she can blame anyone but herself for coming to school looking like that in the first place." Tammy retorted defensively, crossing her arms smugly.
"Stop it! Molly doesn't deserve this kind of treatment!” Libby shot back, her voice trembling slightly. 
"Oh, please." Tammy scoffed. "I mean, a butt that big totally warrants some mocking."
Molly winced as she heard several more mocking comments about her derričre. 
Several of her classmates even chanted. "Molly's got a huge booty! Molly's got a huge booty!"
Molly quickly got up and turned around to face them, covering her crotch and buttocks with her hands.
"Shut up! That's not true!" Molly cried defensively.
"Uh-oh! Don't provoke Molly!" One classmate warned everyone with false fear in their voice.
"She could flatten us all with her giant butt!" Another one added, mockingly.
Unable to take it anymore, Molly quickly ran out of the classroom, screaming.
“Molly, wait!” Mrs. Roop shouted after her, but Molly was already gone.
Now out of the classroom, Molly began to stealthily maneuver through the school's corridors. Still using her hands to cover her bare lower body, she hugged the shadows, her movements precise and calculated to avoid being spotted. 
Molly glided along the walls, her steps light and deliberate. She paused at corners, peering cautiously to ensure the coast was clear before advancing. 
The murmur of distant conversations and the echoed the halls of footsteps. 
As Molly turned a corner, the sound of approaching voices prompted her to press herself against the wall. Two students chatted animatedly, oblivious to her covert presence. 
She waited patiently, a breath caught in anticipation, until the chatter faded away. 
With a sigh of relief, Molly resumed her silent journey. Her eyes scanned the hallway, assessing each potential obstacle in her path. 
The challenge intensifies as another teacher emerged from a nearby classroom, prompting Molly to flatten herself against the lockers. 
The teacher walked by, engrossed in her own thoughts, and Molly quickly seized the opportunity to continue. She tiptoed down the hallway, her every movement a delicate dance between visibility and invisibility. 
Unexpectedly, the familiar sound of laughter echoed ahead. Molly froze, when she heard it.
Peeking around the corner, she spotted some girls chattering near the lockers.
While being as quiet as mouse, Molly slowly inched her way past the group without detection.
Molly’s heart raced as she slinked through the school’s dimly lit corridors, a covert figure against the backdrop of lockers and forgotten textbooks. Her every step carried the weight of secrecy, each moment intensified by the fear of exposure. 
The hushed silence of the empty halls amplified the drama, creating an atmosphere where every creak of a floorboard threatened to betray the clandestine journey of the half-naked thirteen-year-old. She moved quickly, determination to remain unseen, her bare vulnerability concealed by the shadows she desperately clung to. 
Still feeling the urge to pee, Molly quickly turned her gaze towards the girl's bathroom.
"Aha! Perfect! All I gotta do is zip on in there, relieve my bladder and hide in there until Scratch, Libby or my parents arrive with my clothes!" Molly declared before she started to hurry to the bathroom as fast as she could.
The sound of her bare feet slapping against the floor echoed throughout the hallway as she sprinted, her eyes scanning the corridor for any signs of life.
Molly found the bathroom, its door ajar, and pushed it open, diving inside. Once safely inside, she closed the door behind her, releasing a deep sigh of relief. For the moment, she was safe from prying eyes.
"Okay, Molly," she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath. "It's ok... You're safe... And now..."
Molly quickly zipped into one of the stalls.
Moments later, the sound of a toilet flushing was heard, and Molly stepped out of the stall, sighing deeply with relief. She soon remembered that she was naked from the waist down and quickly covered her crotch with rosy, red cheeks.
"Oh...  I can't believe this..." Molly moaned, still clearly embarrassed. As she started pacing began taking some deep breaths to calm herself down. "You're gonna be fine, Molls. You're gonna be fine..."
While pacing, Molly started to pass by the bathroom mirror before she noticed her reflection and sighed unhappily when she saw the size of her butt.
"I'm so gonna get hips as big as my Mom's when I grow up..." she muttered, displeased.
Molly's breath caught in her throat as the chattering of approaching girls grew louder, the echoes bouncing off the cold bathroom tiles. She quickly took shelter in one of the stalls and perched on top of the toilet seat, her heart beating quickly like a drumbeat of impending discovery. The lock clicked shut, sealing her fate in a tiny sanctuary of silence.
The muffled voices of the girls entered the bathroom, their laughter and conversation slicing through the air like a double-edged sword. Molly pressed herself against the stall's walls, trying to make herself invisible, her ears tuned to every footstep that brought them closer to her precarious hideout.
As the bathroom door swung open, a surge of anxiety coursed through Molly's veins. She held her breath, the suspense thick enough to cut with a knife. The girls continued their banter, unaware of the clandestine drama unfolding just a few feet away. 
Time passed, and Molly's patience began to wear thin. The bathroom suddenly turned into Grand Central Station with girls bustling in and out. The decibel level of giggles and gossip reached new heights as Molly clung onto her porcelain throne for dear life.
Minutes stretched like eternities, each second an excruciating heartbeat in the symphony of suspense. The girls lingered, blissfully unaware of Molly's presence, and when it quieted it down, it seemed like she might be able to escape undetected. But then, the bathroom door creaked open once again, bringing with it the potential for her secret to be unveiled. 
The stakes soared higher, and Molly clung to the hope that her stealthy perch atop the toilet would remain her shield against the imminent threat of exposure.
The air was thick with suspense, each passing second feeling heavier as Molly desperately tried to remain unnoticed. With anticipation building, Molly shifted her gaze towards the gaps in the stall door, catching glimpses of a pair unfamiliar shoes belonging to a person sitting down in the toilet next door. 
Seconds later, she saw the panties of that girl drop to her ankles and listened the sound of her peeing.
The next move in this high-stakes game of stealth would determine whether her secret would remain intact or crumble under the weight of unexpected discovery.
As minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Molly's confidence in her hiding spot began to waver, until finally... everything became quiet.
Cautiously, Molly stepped off the toilet, her previous embarrassment still lingering like a shadow. The bathroom now seemed eerily silent after the storm of laughter that had followed her earlier mishap. With a deep breath, she gingerly approached the door, hoping that the coast was finally clear.
As she reached for the latch, Molly couldn't shake off the residual embarrassment. The silence felt almost too good to be true. 
Slowly, she opened the door and started to step out. But the second she did, her bare foot slipped on the wet floor, and she started to fall out of the stall as its door swung all the way open.
A collective gasp seemed to echo through the bathroom as Molly's unfortunate slip unfolded in a cringe-worthy slow motion. Time hung suspended for a moment as she found once again landing face first on the floor, with her bare bottom elevated in a most undignified manner.
The awkward silence that followed was broken by a burst of laughter, a spontaneous eruption from an unseen audience. 
Molly, now sprawled on the floor, could feel the heat of embarrassment radiating from her flushed face as she realized that the bathroom was not as empty as she had hoped. Several girls were still present, huddled together, their laughter resonating in the confined space. 
They stood around, amusement etched on their faces as they observed and laughed at Molly's unfortunate predicament.
"We see your hiney, it's big and shiny!" They sang.
"Looks like Molly's hiney stole the spotlight, it's shining brighter than a disco ball!"
"I think Molly's butt has its own gravitational pull. Watch out, folks!"
"OMG! Check out her booty, it's, like, huge!
"Like, super huge!"
"It's like, so round and, like, totally out there. Ugh, it's like, so gross, you know? Look at it!"
Mortified beyond belief, Molly's face turned fifty shades of red as she contemplated the quickest escape route.
Without skipping a beat, Molly bolted out of the bathroom like an Olympic sprinter chasing gold medals, trying to salvage any remaining shred of dignity. As she made her grand exit, hallways echoed with laughter coming from the girls that got an unforgettable view of her backside.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the school, Libby and Mrs. Roop wandered through the corridors, looking for any sign of Molly.
Mrs. Roop sighed, "Where on earth could she be?"
"I don't know... She could be anywhere. And she obviously doesn't have her phone with her..." Libby grimly noted.
"Just hope she hasn't gotten into any more trouble..." Mrs. Roop noted.
"Well, this is Molly." Libby pointed out.
"And we gotta hurry, class is almost over, and the hallways are gonna be flooded with kids that could see her." Mrs. Roop commented, dreading the thought. "It's up to us, Libby."
 "Not just us..."  Libby quietly muttered while glancing around curiously before taking off with Mrs. Roop.
Elsewhere, in the shadows at the end of a row of lockers, Molly cautiously pressed her back against the cold metal, and shivered when her butt cheeks made contact with it. She peered around the corner, her eyes fixated on the backdoor of the school.
“Ok… Just gotta get to the door, get outside and…” Molly began.
As the classroom door behind Molly creaked open, she instinctively sensed the impending danger. Reacting swiftly, she dove out of harm’s way just in time, narrowly escaping the swinging door.
Four unsuspecting girls emerged from the classroom, their conversation abruptly halting as their eyes widened in surprise. Molly found herself on all fours, her rear pointed toward them in a less-than-dignified posture. 
The four girls, recovering from their initial shock, couldn't help but unleash their inner drama queens.
"Yuck!" exclaimed one of them, scrunching up her face like she had just tasted something truly revolting. 
"Gross!" added the second, recoiling as if Molly had suddenly transformed into a walking germ factory. 
"Ew! Nasty!" chimed in the third girl, her expressions a symphony of disgust that could rival an opera. 
"Ew! Ew! Ew! Oh my God, that's so gross!" gasped the fourth, purposefully emphasizing each 'ew' like she was auditioning for a role in a horror movie. 
All four of them made a hasty retreat, their faces still contorted in disgust.
Meanwhile, poor Molly remained on all fours, feeling the weight of their reactions and blushing so intensely that she could have lit up a Christmas tree with her embarrassment.
The sudden chime of the bell echoed through the hallway, sending a jolt of panic through Molly. Time seemed to freeze as the bustling corridor transformed into a chaotic symphony of students moving between classes.
Frantically scanning her surroundings, Molly's eyes darted until they landed on an open locker. Without a second thought, she dove into the confined space, squeezing herself inside with determined urgency. It was a tight fit, but the pressing need for concealment overrode any discomfort.
As the flow of students flooded the hallways, Molly remained crouched in the cramped locker, her breath held in a silent plea for invisibility. The cacophony of voices and footsteps surrounded her hiding spot, each passing second an agonizing tick of suspense.
In the confined darkness, Molly clung to the hope that her impromptu locker retreat would shield her from the prying eyes of her peers. The challenge now was to endure the claustrophobic confinement until the coast was clear, hoping beyond hope that the chaotic swarm of students wouldn't unveil her covert sanctuary.
However, she knew she couldn't stay in there forever and quickly made a risky decision.
With cautious determination, Molly carefully extracted herself from the cramped locker, wincing as she straightened up. As she stealthily made her way down the hall towards the backdoor, her movements resembled a careful dance, choreographed to blend seamlessly with the currents of the bustling student crowd.
Her heart raced with each step, the distant hum of conversations and the shuffle of footsteps forming a chaotic symphony around her. Molly counted on the anonymity the crowd provided, slipping through the sea of students like a shadow.
As she approached the backdoor, a glimmer of relief teased her thoughts. It seemed she might just pull off this daring escape. However, just as she reached for the handle, a voice called out from behind.
“Hey, everybody! Check out the half-naked girl creeping around the hallway!”
The sudden sound sent a shiver down Molly’s spine and caused her to freeze up.
As the unexpected voice called out, everyone in the vicinity turned their attention toward Molly. The sudden gaze of the crowd, like a spotlight, fixated on her, and a collective gasp of recognition rippled through the onlookers.
In an instant, laughter erupted from the crowd, a raucous chorus of amusement that echoed through the hallway. Pointing fingers seemed to materialize from every direction, homing in on Molly's predicament. The atmosphere, once a bustling student flow, transformed into a spectacle with Molly at its center.
“Hey, look at her butt!” One laughing kid called out.
She felt the weight of embarrassment intensify as the laughter and pointing continued. Cheeks burning, Molly stood frozen, caught in the spotlight of her unintentional performance. The backdoor, just within reach, now seemed a world away as the unfolding scene enveloped her in a whirlwind of unexpected attention.
Molly's gaze darted nervously around the crowded hallway, seeking a way out, her palms growing clammy with the rising heat of embarrassment.
"Whoa! Is that Molly McGee's hiney?" One voice exclaimed, the name attached to the insult lost amidst the chaos of the moment.
"Wow. That is one. Big. Butt!" Someone chimed in, their glee palpable.
"So funny! What a loser!" Another spoke up, reveling in her misfortune.
Molly's face reddened further, the heat of embarrassment seeping into her pores. She fumbled through the swarm of stares, searching for a window of escape. In a last-ditch effort, she dashed towards the backdoor, only to find it locked tight.
The sounds of the crowd seemed to magnify in her ears, their laughter ringing like a cruel symphony of ridicule. Desperation welled up within her, threatening to spill over as tears pooled in her eyes.
Molly was trapped, cornered by a mob of jeering teenagers who relentlessly tormented her, their cruelty unrelenting. The insults rained down upon her like a torrential downpour, each word striking her like a bullet, piercing her soul. 
"Where on earth can we find a camera wide enough to capture all that tushy?"
"That photo definitely wouldn't making it into the yearbook."
"Totally! Unless someone has a special ample section for the rear!"
"If I were Molly, I'd just turn the other cheek, like, literally!"
Molly continue searched frantically for an escape, but the crowds surrounded her, leaving no room for respite.
As the taunts and laughter reached a crescendo, the lights above everyone's heads began to flicker and spark, casting an eerie glow on the chaotic scene. Confusion and surprise replaced the mocking jeers, and a hushed tension gripped the air.
In a dramatic twist, a demonic ghostly figure materialized in the midst of the flickering lights. A collective gasp swept through the crowd as the ghastly presence sent shivers down their spines. Panic ensued, and the students scattered, their screams echoing through the hallways.
Amid the chaos, Molly found herself face-to-face with the demonic ghost, a surreal blend of terror and relief. Before her eyes, the ghostly figure transformed, revealing a mischievous grin and familiar features. It was Scratch, her ghostly friend, now back to his usual self and looking mighty proud.
Molly couldn't help but burst into laughter as she embraced Scratch. "Scratch! Oh, you're a lifesaver, Scratch! Thanks for the grand entrance," she exclaimed, grateful for the unexpected rescue.
"Well, from one bubble butt to another... you're welcome." Scratch smirked.
"But how did you know I was...?" Molly began to ask.
"I figured you needed help, since you left these behind." Scratch revealed as he pulled out a folded pile of clothes that she quickly recognized.
"My clothes!" Molly exclaimed before quickly grabbing them.
"Yes, now could you please cover yourself up for crying out loud?!" Scratch requested in annoyance, trying his hardest to avert his gaze and not stare at Molly's undressed state.
The tween blushed. "Oh! Right!" she said as she put her shirt and jacket on before sighing. "This is probably the worst day of my life."
"So far it's the worst day of your life." Scratch noted. 
"Scratch." An irked Molly said as she put on her skirt and shorts, the last of which was admittedly a bit of a challenge, much to her shame.
"What? I mean it's not like the whole world saw you naked!" Scratch pointed out defensively.
"Molly!"
As Molly was swiftly approached by Libby and Mrs. Roop, Scratch deftly turned invisible, disappearing from view. Mrs. Roop's eyes widened in surprise when she noticed Molly fully clothed again, a perplexed expression crossing her face. Libby, on the other hand, wore a sly smile, clearly privy to Molly's mysterious escapades.
Mrs. Roop stammered, "Molly, your clothes! How did you...?"
Molly, a mix of relief and trepidation, began to explain, "It's a long story, Mrs. Roop, but thankfully everything's back to norm—"
Before she could finish, Libby got an alert on her phone and checked on it, causing her smile to vanish. "Uh... Molly?" she spoke up with a concerned tone before she held out her phone. Molly's relief turned to dismay as she saw a collection of pictures and videos posted online, all capturing the sight of her disproportionately huge buttocks in vivid detail and almost everyone had left the same comment: ‘nice butt LOL’. "It seems the internet has a different opinion on whether the day is over..."
Molly's heart sank, realizing that her misadventure had taken on a life of its own beyond the school walls. All the butt photos and videos were all circulating online, meaning she couldn't escape the cringe-worthy consequences of her escapade.