Sarah settled into her first period class. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a pen and paper to get ready for the class.
"Hi, Sarah," Amber Levine said, sliding in next to her.
"Hi," Sarah said. "I..." she paused. The pen she'd gotten out was leaking. She had ink on her hands.
She excused herself from class to the bathroom to wash the ink off.
Sarah turned on the faucet to try and wash them and the handle broke off in her hand. A jet of water sprayed out of where the handle had been drenching her. She tried to get it to stop, but it only made her wetter.
Her screams were heard by the janitor, who rushed in and, getting a bit wet himself, hit the shutoff valve.
This stopped the water, but Sarah was thoroughly drenched. She sneezed.
"You'd better get dried off and a fresh change of clothes before you catch something," he said.
Sarah sneezed again. It seemed like it was too late for that. Bad things like this didn't happen to her. She headed down the hall, sloshing along, thankful it wasn't between class periods, toward the nurse's office.
