I was a few minutes late to Spanish class. “You can start now, Mrs. Rodriguez, Sarah’s here,” I called out as I sat down in my seat. Teachers should be shown their place in school, that’s my motto.
“Buenos días, clase,” greeted Mrs. Rodriguez. “So now that we can get started, let’s open up our textbooks to the second section of Chapter 1,” she indicated as she opened up her own textbook. The other students pulled out theirs and flipped through the pages.
Something’s been off ever since this morning, but I just can’t be sure what it is, I noted. I’d better give it some thought. I felt an itch start in my genitals as I opened my textbook to the indicated page.
“We’ve been reviewing the vocabulary we learned last year about colors and shapes. Red is…”
“Rojo,” most of the class replied.
“Blue?”
“Azul,” some volunteered. I didn’t say anything because I was so distracted and itching all over.
“Tengo...que irme… al baño,” I mustered before needing to use my English. “Please excuse me, Mrs. Rodriguez... I’m not feeling so well, I need to go use the ladies’ room.” I got up, grabbing my book bag and purse, slinging them over my shoulder. I glanced at Mrs. Rodriguez as I left and smugly saw her breathe a sigh of relief. I was halfway to the bathroom door when realization hit me. I’m late! That’s what’s been off. OMG! Terrified, I doubled my pace, stepped inside and closed the door, the privacy of this room a slight relief.
The first stall door locked behind me as my shaky hands went to the snap on my purse. Who could have done it? Biff? Someone else? But the thing is... I just can’t remember even having done it at all! All sorts of panicked thoughts were racing through my head as I pulled out a pregnancy test. I struggled to open the box because, holy crap, the itching in my genitals! Just as I got it open though, the itching finally went away. I breathed a sigh of relief and lowered my skirt and panties.
Sitting on the toilet, holding the pregnancy test strip near me, I let the stream go, relaxing as it… sprayed everywhere!? What the heck! I looked around. Pee was all over in this stall: the walls, my shoes, my clothes… I felt my hair and screamed when I noticed it too was soaked! I grabbed some toilet paper and frantically tried wiping myself and my clothes, but I knew it wouldn’t do much good. It’d take a good wash to get this stink out.
Then I remembered why I’d come in the bathroom and looked down at the pee stick in my wet hand. Negative!? How is it negative? But my period, what’s going on? I couldn’t handle school at a time like this. I threw back on my soaked panties and skirt and made a run for home—before anyone else got out of class and saw me.
