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I could cry rn🥹🤍 I got mad luv for these two fictional people. Let's go!

📍ST HUGH'S HIGH SCHOOL

Z A R A
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My bladder is about to blast like a balloon

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My bladder is about to blast like a balloon.

I drop my rsvp pen and close my booklet before ambling through the ever lasting aisle of students sitting their exams.

Chro! { An expression of frustration}

Seconds of walking and I still can't get to the front.

The walk seems like forever.

Oh, the struggles of having my last name being Williams.

I have to sit at the back, my papers gets collected last and it was already given to me last.

Salt me one salt so? (I can't be this unfortunate)

Behind the wooden desk sits Mr. Asshole, whistling to himself.

He's a savage for no reason.

No doubt, there's trouble in paradise in his two months marriage.

"Mr. Ass-ton?" I catch up on myself quickly. "Mi can use the bathroom?" (Can I use the bathroom?)

He lets out a deep sigh before saying no.

"What?" I frown. "I really want to use the bathroom."

"Ms. Pérez hasn't been back as yet. I can't let out two students. Sorry."

"But, sir.." mi really wah piss! Wah do deh big belly man ya?

(I really want to urinate! What is wrong with this potbelly man?)

"Zara, can you just wait for a while?" he breathes.

Wait pon wah? Wait til' me piss up miself?

(Should I wait until I involuntarily pee myself?)

I cross my Payless flats at my ankles. Still standing at his desk.

I don't move.

If I don't find a bathroom and empty my bladder this instant. The urine will leak down my legs and it will be there for the whole St. Hugh's to see. Their first thought would be to flick out their phones and make me the next face of a viral news, I'd pass out. Then maybe-just maybe, a Good Samaritan would scoop me off my feet and rush me to the Hospital.

Okay, maybe I'm a little 'outrageous' right now, you think?

"Please sir?" I can't give up.

"I said.." I drown out the rest of what he's saying.

Use yuh super power nuh girl! My subconscious says.

(Use your super powers girl!)

Tears springs in my eyes. Lump grows in my throat. My vision blurs instantly as tears streams my cheeks like rivulets.

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