Jason felt himself soar through the hallway of his school until he'd crash onto the floor, skidding along it for a while before abruptly comming to a stop in front of the women's locker room.
"What luck." He thought to himself. "First class is P.E. and I might have time to get changed before the rest of my class enters, and before the previous group is finished."
There was always a group of women who wanted to get their morning work-out done before school started, and were allowed to use the school's gym. Jason would dart across the room, accidentally slipping as he'd fall straight into a fresh puddle of sweat
Jason would slowly emerge from the salty puddle with a gasp, spitting out whatever liquid he hadn't swallowed yet as he'd mutter to himself. "When are they going to fix the damn showers?". He'd swim towards the edge as he'd resume his quick dash across the room, although now more observant of where the hazards were.
He'd stop for just a moment as he pondered his choices.
Bench.
Being on the floor is way too risky, Jason figured he'd better scale the bench.
Locker.
Even the bench has it's dangers, finding a locker and hiding inside while changing would be a better idea.
Bathroom.
Realizing even less people would go into the bathroom, that'd probably be the best place to safely change into his P.E. outfit.
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