Please note (SURPRISE!)- The surprise in this chapter is that I've added audio (song).
To listen the song:
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-At end of the song, you'll see sound icon. Press on it and go back to the page were the song starts.
-You can also pause the song.
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Dedicated to @xxsunshinexx2
Neha Gupta
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Goddd. What a timing of my bladder! For God's sake, I'm in the class!!
I clenched my thighs together holding my urination.
I checked the time on my wrist watch. Thank god 10 minutes remaining.
Okay bladder. Just 10 minutes hold. Then I promise you..I'll empty you. Don't worry.
Seriously! Great. Now, I'm talking to my bladder.
I put my both lips in my mouth and closer my thighs to control the urge for going to washroom.
My stomach started hurting a bit from holding it. I heard someone chuckled from my side. I looked up to see Alex who was smirking at me.
"Ssss" I hissed as I control my urge which gathered some attention for few seconds.
I didn't pay any attention to Miss Love as my attention was somewhere else.
"What is happening to you?" Alex whisperd no doubt that the smirk was not there.
"Shut up" I whisper- snapped him which earned a small chuckle from him.
Riiiinnngggg..
Finally!!
"Ok class. And you have next two periods free so si-" Miss Love started but no one listened as everyone was busy getting out.
I sprinted out of the class with full speed.
EXCUSE BITCHES EXCUSE!!!!
This urge is really affecting my words.
I found the washroom and rushed inside it.
I sighed in relief when I was done with my process. Feels better.
But,suddenly I heard someone's crying noises.
I crunched my eyebrows in confusion and walked towards the toilet door from where the noises where coming.
"Hey,are you alright?" I said knocking the door.
The noises stopped as I knocked the door.
"Open the door" I said softly.
I heard some noises from opposite side and heard the opening of the door. I slightly walked back.
The door opened and a skinny girl coming with her eyes red due to crying and her mascara was all over her cheeks. Her lips were having bitten marks on them. Her skin was too pale like she has not eaten anything.
She looked at me then at the floor. Wait. I've seen her. I tired to remember her face but nothing comes.
'Maybe you have seen her in one of your class' My inner voice said.
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