At Oakwood - Cameron Wilde

3: The On-Goings-On Of A Unisex Bathroom

The walk to the bathroom felt like centuries, Erin had to barge through crowds of humans and animals, so I followed close behind him.

Man it was crazy, there's just so many different students; Bears, lions, wolves, birds, rabbits and all these crazy creatures. I'm surprised they haven't gone at each other's throats or anything.

Predators and prey living in "harmony", I wouldn't entirely say that, everyone was still pushy-shovey against each other, but at least no one eats each other. That's probably an Oakwood rule.

Erin walked into the bathroom with me. At our school, the bathrooms were unisex due to having so many students. I suppose they were just too lazy to invest in making a simple wall between boys and girls. Sheesh.

Strange stuff happens in the bathrooms, as I've heard from other people's conversations. Apparently there have been incidents of.. Well.. I don't think it'd be very appropriate to say. But let's just go by the fact it gets really heated in these bathrooms multiple times.

In the mornings there weren't many people around in the bathroom. In fact, Erin and I were the only ones in the bathroom at this time.
Good thing we didn't see two people having fun here, not today, thank you.

The bathrooms remind me of a huge church mixed with a mental asylum, don't ask me why. They just do. Large tiled walls that tower over you and your voice echoes when you speak, row after row of bathroom stalls.
Trust me, the bathrooms in the school are gigantic. Just like everything and everyone else.

Erin walked with me to the sink and turned on the tap for me. I rinsed my hand under the water cold water and let out a gasp at first.
It was just so cold!
I wasn't expecting that at all.

I looked at Erin and giggled shyly, I probably embarrassed myself. But he didn't mind, he just smiled at me.

I sighed, then began to thoroughly wash my hand and then I saw the awful wound under the blood. There was a disgustingly big chunk of loose, flappy flesh that hung from the palm of my hand.

I almost gagged in utter disgust. Erin was grinning as if he was proud, such a strange cat to find triumph in scratching my hand to bits.
It was so horrific to see such a sight, I honestly felt like fainting on the spot, right here, right now.

Erin was also patient, I knew I was taking a while when I was rinsing my hand because I wanted to be with him as much as possible while I could. So I could build up my confidence and feel more secure around him. But still, it was difficult.

My hand was now clean, but the pain remained. I clenched my wrist tightly with my left hand so the blood wouldn't flow to my right hand anymore.
Remind me to NEVER play such a sick game like that, especially if Erin is going to be the guy mauling my hand to bits.

"You'll be fine," Erin said softly, a smile plastered to his face, "It will heal in good time."

I look at him, horrified. This is still gonna leave a huge scar, what will my father think? My dad is really sentimental over me, what would I tell him?
I am going to be in deep trouble...

I had full attention on the horrible cut on my hand and I didn't even notice Erin was even there anymore. It seemed like he had disappeared when I was gone in lala land, but he was still standing, still waiting.

I had sat down on the ground and taken off one of my shoes. I took off the sock as well and tied it around my hand, to act as a bandage.

I was really desperate.

I then put my shoe back on.
By now I look really scruffy.

There is still a bit of blood my shirt, my knees have scratches on them from when I collapsed on the concrete and now I have a sock on my hand and one on my foot.

What a pleasant day I've had so far! Ugh! Gotta love Friday !

In my opinion, Friday is like survival of the fittest. After withstanding four days, you have one last day to conquer. On that day, you must fend off the tiredness, laziness and total grouchiness.

I swear, everyone seems to set their default mode to pushy-shovey and it's impossible to get anywhere without being slammed into a wall or something.
I've seen it happen, but I'm luckily not a victim yet.

After surviving, your reward is the weekend.

I was so lost in my thought again that I didn't even realize Erin had lifted me up off the bathroom floor and set me on my feet. I stared blankly before I looked at him and smiled.

Erin smiled back at me and licked his lips, long and slow. I blushed so hard, is he provoking me on purpose or is this him all the time?

"You're blushing..." Erin chuckled.

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Hmph!"

He laughed and pinched my cheek playfully, before leaving me to be.. Alone. Same old, same old.

I've grown to despise the word "alone". But that's all I've been; alone. I'm such a loner, I honestly feel like I have no social skills. How on earth do people make friends so easily, and then there's me.

Then the school bell rang, long and loud. This was alerting me that I had to go to my form class.

I ran out the bathrooms as fast as I could, I literally flew down the stairs to get to my form class.

Ms Hutchinson would kill me if I was late, let alone absent yesterday. I dashed into the form class, I actually made it just before Ms Hutchinson walked in.

Ms Hutchinson is quite the looker, she's probably in her mid-twenties. She has brown hair that is thin and straight. Her eyes a bright yellow in colour and always look like they're full of friendliness and wonder.
She always wears very fashionable clothes and shows a huge obsession to leopard-print scarves.
She is a very pretty lady, she could be strict sometimes, but most of the time she was very understanding and empathetic over us.

She told us all to sit down at our desks so we did.
"Good morning, Grade Eights," Ms Hutchinson began in a chirpy voice.

"Good morning, Ms Hutchinson," We all replied. The average greeting at literally every single school ever.

"So as you all know, it's Friday, so often the teachers don't want to stuff you with homework for the weekend. So you better be on your toes today, whatever schoolwork you don't finish becomes homework."

We all nodded, I saw a few people messing with stationery or talking amongst one another.
I sighed, well at least I won't get double the work, so thank goodness for that.
I'm usually quick at doing schoolwork. I don't mean to brag but I'm pretty smart.

"Now then Grade Eights, you may go to your Biology class now." Ms Hutchinson finally said.

We grabbed our schoolbags and left. I guess I followed everyone else because I have a tendency of getting lost easily. The corridors were absolutely tormenting.

What can I tell you? Friday is such a beautiful thing.