Porta Potty Girl

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My feet flew across the ground. I passed all types of cars in the crowded parking lot, brands ranging from Ford Explorers to Ram trucks. A roar of cheers erupted behind me. Guess someone scored? My muscles ached and I could feel my senses buzzing. He was coming. It was a stupid stunt I pulled and now I was having to pay the consequences. I should have called for backup! But a part of me knew the Kisha's date wouldn't be over just yet and I didn't want to ruin her night. It was a dumb reason, risking my life so she could enjoy a bit of free time.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard his angered shouts coming from behind me. I didn't have much time. I needed to hide somewhere he wouldn't think to look. Where? If I could find an unlocked car to jump into, that would be perfect, but everyone knew to lock their car doors when they went into a high school football game. It was just common sense. It was also common sense to not anger a powerful being who already despised you in a place that was practically impossible to escape from.

Actually, it wasn't impossible. You could always fly away. Sadly, that was one of the superpowers I lacked. And that would draw wayyyyyyyy too much attention. Boos wound through the air and I'm guessing the refs made an unfair call. Stop getting distracted! I yelled at myself in my head. I needed to think of ways to escape, not who was winning the football game! Maybe I could hide under a car? I glanced over at them and I realized that I wouldn't be able to crawl in one without having time to squeeze my 'baby' fat under with me. Scratch that off my list of ways to survive.

My head began to throb with a headache, warning me that he catching up. I cursed beneath by breath. Sometimes being a super hero really really really sucked. I mean, you just had to run around and save people constantly, and you never get a break. It was even harder if you were a senior in high school failing all your classes.

My eyes flickered towards all my surroundings. I was nearing the end of the parking lot that led into a huge field, which was a big no-no for me. Not only was I allergic to grass, the last time I hid in a field, which was when i was six, I was chased by a swarm of hornets. I had learned to stay away from them after that.

To my left was the field house, which would have been a prime hiding spot, except for the fact that the football coach learned to keep it locked at all time. This was all due to the idiots in my school who thought it would be hilarious to cover the inside of the place in graffiti and to throw all the football player's things in the trash. I personally thought it was funny at the time, but now I was really in a tight spot that the field house could have helped me loads with.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped to the right, caught on something bright blue. My heart soared. I grinned and darted to them. They were my saviors! I internally rejoiced. Porta potty's would forever have a place in my heart. As I skipped down the line of them, I raced to the nearest unlocked one. Flinging the door open, I slammed it closed behind me. Sliding the lock in place, I breathed heavily. I put the lid to the plastic toilet down, and sat on top. I curled my legs to my chest and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths.

Footsteps pattered in front of my porta potty and my heart hiccuped. It couldn't be him, right? I sucked in my stomach and pressed my back up against the wall. The stink of urine and day old crap filled my nostrils, making my stomach lurch even more.

The sound stops right in front of my porta potty and I hold my breath. Please go away... please go away...please go away... I chant silently in my mind.

I feel like I'm about to explode as I know they're about to scrape their hand across the door. Just as I knew they would, they did just that. I shuddered, a shiver spiraling down my spine. The suspension was killing me and I concentrated hard, trying to see what was coming next, but it was all foggy. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I realized I would have to do something to affect their next decision, hopefully one to leave.

I willed my skin to release what I thought of as a type of gas. Pheromones. I shaped them, making them turn into a mass of disinterest and boredom. That would surely make them leave, right? I let it seep out the cracks of the porta potty and I felt a slight relief after I heard a yawn come from the other side of the plastic blue door.

The pleasure sank out of me as I heard a grunt and the person delivered three sharp knocks on the door. They were still there. Guess it was time for Plan B. Or was it Plan C? Whatever, doesn't matter. Time to put Plan Whatever in place!

    I rolled my shoulders back, concentrating hard, and warped the pheromones beneath my skin to disgust, so much that it made my nose scrunch up. I held it in for a moment, and then drew my hands to my lips. I blew air out on them, producing one of the most massive fake farts in creation.

    And then I let my pheromones out. I beamed ear to ear as I heard the person groan and cough, almost running away. Plan Whatever has been successful!

     I let my head tilt back and I took a deep breath, which was a huge mistake. Porta potties seriously stink. I gagged and stood up in the small confines space. I laughed a tiny bit. I think I was going insane now. Probably because I was so tired.

    I stared down at my cheap superhero outfit that was really just a Halloween costume that had belonged to my mom last year. It was purple and black, like a jumpsuit with a cape that got in the way wayyyyyyyy too often. I pulled the stupid thing off and shoved it down the plastic toilet. One good thing about this costume was that I could wear my clothes beneath it, which was starting to tempt me. It was starting to itch and I really wanted to take off the rest of the costume. Reaching back and trying to unzip it, I furrowed my brows. The dang thing just wasn't unzipping. I pulled down and yanked, frustrated.

     My arms tugged and gripped at it, but it wouldn't budge. Giving it one last grab, I gasped. I had broken the zipper and the proof lay in the palm of my hand. Crap!

     I dropped t to the ground and just used my finger to unzip it, which worked much better. I stepped out of the pile of purple and black material, now standing in a pair of comfy shorts that were a bit too short and a spaghetti strapped tank top. Oh sue me. I wouldn't even care at the point.

     This night had been crazy, and I was ready to go home. I snatched my broken costume from the ground and slowly slid the lock back on the door of the porta potty. I pushed open the door and stepped out. My tennis shoes crunched on the rocks beneath my feet.

     Pushing my short hair out of my face, I turned. Kisha's date had to be over by now, but I still couldn't find it in me to call her to come pick me up. Guess I was riding my bike home.

     I was about to start over when my muscles twitched. Someone was about to say something to stop me. I pivoted on my heel just as the word "Hey!" left their lips.

     "Hello. You saw nothing. I'm going to go now. Goodbye." I rushed. And turned again, breaking out into a sprint.

      My body really didn't want to run anymore, but there wasn't much I could do about that. I needed to get a quick getaway if he realized who I was.

     I jumped on my hot pink bike I had owned since I was 12, some parts of it rusting a tiny itsy bit. I plopped down on the seat and placed my outfit in the basket that stuck out from the handle bars.

     I pushed my kickstand up, and lifted my feet to the pedals. My legs pumped as my bike sprung into motion, moving right past the boy who stood there, staring at me. As I sped by, I gulped. I knew who he was.

    That was James Rucker, the school bad boy who just so happened to live right next to me, too. Ah, life was great for me. Note the sarcasm...

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