Have You Heard? I'm a Nerd. (EDITING)

Ch19: What happens in the bathroom doesn't stay in the bathroom

I didn't have to turn around to know who had spoken.

Ms. Guggenheimer-a middle aged woman who seriously acts like a dictionary is stuck up her butt everyday- narrowed her eyes suspiciously, trying to calculate a decision. As if announcing What the heck, It's almost the end of the day and I just want to go home instead of supervising these horrible undisciplined children! She gave approval for Hallie and Nadine to leave class.

"You may go, but take the pass." She pointed towards the red-plastic rectangular object positioned on her desk that students had to carry around if they were outside of class.

With a smile that matched Nadine's fake tone, the two friends got up grabbing the pass on the way out and leaving behind a more peaceful atmosphere in their wake. I glanced at Kat who use to sit in the back with her friends, but now was sitting near the front alone and left out. I still didn't know what on earth she did, but I did know I felt a bit sorry for her.

Confident a good thirty minutes had gone by, I risked a look at the clock to see only six minutes had passed.

My face dropped dispiritedly and I stared blankly at my unfinished math homework.

One second went by...

Two seconds...

Once a minute passed I started getting squirmy.

Screw this.

My bladder suddenly had the urge to pee, so I shot my hand into the air like a bullet and started impatiently tapping my finger on top the wooden desk.

Slowly, tauntingly, the teacher looked up with her boring grey eyes and sighed. "Yes?"

"I need to use the bathroom." I blurted urgently.

"Can you wait until the other two come back? They took the only pass."

Geez-us woman! When I gotta go, I gotta go!

I rapidly shook my head 'no' instead of arguing. As if what I was about to say was an embarrassing secret I whispered, "It's an emergency."

I heard a few laughs from the few people who were paying attention to us, but I was in no mood to join them since my bladder was about to burst. 

As if emitting her hundredth sigh for the day, Ms. Guggenheimer quickly scrawled some lettering on a sticky note. She gestured me to come over, so I got up (in a sort of non-casual way to hold in Niagara Falls) and took the paper from her hand.

"Thank-you." I managed to say before I bolted out the door and towards the girls bathroom.

Even though I was glad I had permission to use the restroom, I was in disbelief that I had to get a note with the teacher's signature just to use the bathroom.

Jarring back to reality, all frustrated thoughts sky rocketed out my brain and through the roof when I finally reached the door marked 'women'.

And believe or not yes, I did smile once I saw the bathroom.

Hobbling inside and dashing into the nearest stall I....... relieved myself.

I would like to think that everyone has a good enough imagination so that I do not have to awkwardly explain what went down in the bathroom stall.

I was just about to unlock the door and exit the potty when I heard the sound of the entrance door open and voices echo throughout the bathroom. 

I didn't have to stop but something inside made me pause and just listen.