As the class spreads out for practice, they start to stampede in your direction, and momentary panic grips you. The students are headed right for you, and you make a mad dash out of the way.
It feels like you've run a hundred yard dash, but you've only gone eight feet across the floor. But at least you were close to the bleachers. Unfortunately Coach was sitting on them, and you ran right under his feet. Coach was never known for his good eyesight.
The polished wood of the bleachers is wrinkled and worn. You might be able to climb them, and try to get someone's attention.
There is also a crack between two of the wooden planks. You could try to squeeze through and hide underneath the seats.
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