It Started With A Fart

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Tapping on the small wooden writing table the 18 year old Arya Sahay finally decided to remove her hoodie.
Taken that it was the winter season and the weather was not suitable for her to remove an important source of warm comfort; she was willing to take her chances.

Releasing an exasperated breath through her nose, she finally removed her hoodie and used the hood to wipe off the tiny beads of sweat dwelling on her forehead.

Believe me, as hard as she tried to concentrate on the female reproductive system Ms Gill was trying to teach; her brain was set upon something else.

She kept commanding the Queen of the human body organs to focus, but alas she was just a mere subject to it's folly.

Arya placed her left palm on her upper lip, sliding down from her seat she whispered to herself -

"Hold it. You fucking hold it, Queen. You cannot cough again in the class. The limit has been crossed!"
Having coughed three times already she was willing not to cough for the next 20 dreadful minutes.

Saying that she went back to the pages of female genitalia.
Pressing her lips as hard as possible she scanned through the notes.

Her throat was vibrating. Trying to break free.
Even if she was tempted to cough all the phlegm out of her system she forced herself to shutup.

It was getting harder and harder every second. Her brain was commanding her to free her lips and let the phlegm out but she was a stubborn girl, didn't open her mouth at all.

Alas. Brain is the Queen and she will punish those who defy her orders.

This time her brain went all Downtown Abbey on her.
Heat rose up in her stomach, churning the left over Pizza rolls she had for breakfast.
Her brown eyes widened, realizing her mistake of disobeying the Brain.
Before she could negotiate with the Queen a thunderous noise escaped from her bottom.

Why, the Queen doesn't negotiate. Ever.

Her eyes shot open. All the heads turned to the victim sitting on the last bench.
When the event was taken into account by the numbnut heads; there was a roar of laughter and a number of fart noises.

"NEW GIRL FARTED!" She heard a distant voice shout.

Her quivered eyebrows searched for Ms Gill, whose lips were pursed- caging the laughter behind them.

Springing out of her seat she snatched her collectibles and fled the scene.  Hiding her face she left all the noise behind and ran towards the Ladies Washroom.

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The next twenty minutes were passed by her pacing feet and sweaty body.

"What a good way to make an impression on the first day, AR. Here smell some fart, bitches!" she huffed and puffed, her fingers skimming through her luscious brown locks.

"Had to be a fart. Had to be a fucking fart! You could have just coughed. Just. Fucking. Coughed!" she gritted her teeth, her feet pacing with a vigorous speed.

Just when she was going to sprout a new line of curse words from her mouth, the bell rang.

Lunch Time

She heavily sighed and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She took a deep breath and decided to be strong.

Stepping out of the small washroom, which she knew was going to be her hangout spot from now on, she made her entrance to the enormous hallway of her new school.

Making her way to the cafeteria, it dawned to her that all the eyes were on her, queued with giggles, whispers and fart noises.

Rolling her eyes she made her way to the cafeteria.

This was her walk of shame.
But only with desirable amount of clothes on.

It felt to her as if Septa Unella was walking behind her, chanting Shame. Shame. Shame.

Breathing heavily she pushed the door to cafeteria knowing that the situation will be far more than better.

Indeed. The news of the "accident" had spread like a wild fire.

People were throwing her funny glances and calling her the 'fart Queen'.

Ah. Remember how you always wanted to be the Queen? There you go.

Sighing and ignoring her fellow counterparts she joined the lunch queue.

Snatching an apple and a ham sandwich she looked for a place to sit.

"Did our little girl have a great poopie?"
A tall blond guy imitated his best baby voice and set the entire cafeteria in a circus of laughter.
The guy stood in front of her like a stallion.

By now she would have come up with a sardonic comeback and fled the scene, but she was too embarrassed to even open her mouth.
Hence she did something else..something different. Something a ten year old would find wicked. 

She bit the polish red apple.
While her teeth supported the fruit, she carefully opened the ham sandwich and slapped it on the boy's face.

Before she could contemplate the recent event her boots kicked the floor and she found herself running away from the cafeteria.

Her lips curled into a victorious smile and she bit the juicy apple. Securing it into her hand she searched for a place to finish the rest of the meal. If she could even call it that.

After a fine ten minutes of searching she happened to find a serene area where there was no habitat.

She walked to the vacant arena and placed herself on one of the many steps.

The place was surrounded by trees that seemed to have given up on life. The wall separating her from the trees was tattooed with graffiti and the empty swimming pool was trashed with plastic.

Good place to get high.

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-A.P.