The Seventh Day

Chapter 2: Wrong Bathroom

        Great, second day of school and I’m about to be late. First day of school seems to be very exhausting. I blame mom, she didn’t wake me up, and well I admit it’s my fault because I forgot to set my alarm clock. Maybe I’m just tired from all the disturbances it gave me from the past years.

                As my shoes squeaks at the slippery floor I stare at my wristwatch, hoping that I could catch up before the first period. I sure wish I won’t bump unto the Brats. They are a major problem; they are so popular that they think they are very superior on almost everything. As I past the hall, I still have five minutes to spare.

        Well speaking of, I spoke too soon; I was like thirty feet away from our classroom when I saw Megan, Chloe and Peaches, the Brats, as they pick out of a girl.

         “Like who wears bath robes in school, genius!” Megan muttered as she pulls the uniform of the girl, it looks to me that the uniform of that girl was too big for her. “You look like a midget in that outfit!” Peaches added laughing hysterically. “Ever heard of fashion, Neanderthal?” those mean words that the Brats are throwing at that poor girl are very unsightly acceptable.

         I can’t hold on much longer as they keep on shouting at her like she’s no human at all. I came out and approach them. “Stop it Megan. Why do you have to criticize everyone on how they dress? Why can’t you just mind your own life instead of disturbing the peace of this corridor?” I defended.

         The girl fell on the ground as Peaches pushed her. “Oh how thoughtful of you Annie. Rescuing this fashion trauma victim. What are you trying to prove Annie? That you’re more fabulous than us?” I let out a chuckle and breathe deeply, “Oh how pity of you Megan, it seems that our school doesn’t have a dress code, pity on how you have to dress like a hooker just to get attention, but rather you collect haters. You think you are fabulous with all your accessories and on sale outfits, but in the eyes of others, you are mindless, which is short for DUMB.” I’ve always wanted to say that to her, you know make her have a taste of her own medicine. Then she lets out a growl, “You won this time Annie, I swear I will crush you. You and this bath robe wearing freak.”

        Finally those dress-critic addicts left, and its official, I am very late from first period. Since I’m already late, I had to assist the girl. She looks terrible, not from what she wears but from the traumatic bullying experience she had. “Are you okay? Don’t worry; they just don’t know what to do with their life. I don’t think they even have a life to bother.” Slowly I helped her get up. She pats down the dusts that are caught in her skirt and strokes her brownish red hair into her ear. She fixes her glasses and looked at me. That’s the look of appreciation, on me defending her. “Th-Thank you for helping me back there.” She said with her shaking voice. “Why are you here? You’re supposed to be in class.” Then she looked at me, kind of like a ‘Look who’s talking’ way. “You know what since we’re late, how about I take you to the guidance office for a small counselling. Don’t worry; they’re very nice, and very professional. They’ll make you get over with what happened.”

                I came in class fifteen minutes late, “Why Miss Brookes, why are you late?” Mrs. Heatherton asked. I can’t just tell her that I rescued someone who is in distress from the Brats’ abuses? No one would believe me, so I end up telling that I woke up late.

                As Mrs. Heatherton points out and continues her lecture in front, something’s bothering my mind. “Hey Annie.” A voice called me. It was quite unfamiliar. I turned around and find that it was Brad who was calling me. “Hi.” He said waving at me. Ah those old times. Brad had changed a lot. I never had any connection to him besides during laboratory works. “Hey” I replied with a whispered voice. “Wow, look at you. All swaggy and everything.” Then he chuckled. “Nah it’s just growth spurt I guess. Look at you; I never thought you were the person that I used to work within our Laboratory Techniques.” I never thought Brad would say these words. To be honest, I never had any serious personal chat with Brad. “My how great it is. Look how big you’ve change.” I was curious, what changes was he referring to? “What do you mean?” I asked, as one of my eye brow rose giving a mystified look. He smiled and shakes his head. “Nothing.” Then he laughed.

                One by one my other classmates left the room to get ready for PE class. While everyone’s headed to their assigned gym lockers, my bladder suddenly called for an emergency protocol and it was a bad timing ‘coz all the cubicles are full and I think my bladder’s about to blow. I ran so swift that I almost slip from the floor. I didn’t notice the wet floor sign, probably because I am in a hurry.

        I burst down inside the bathroom and slam the door of one of the cubicle. “Ah heaven!” I sighed with a relief. When I came out I was shocked from what I saw. Shirtless James. His eyes widened, as he stares at me. My eyes rolled down to avoid his stare. But all I saw was his six-packs bulging in his abdomen and V-lines that runs from his boxers.

        I let out a silent gasp. Why is he in the girls’ bathroom? I asked myself. “What are you doing here in the boys’ bathroom?” he asked with a weird tone. “Wh-bhw-hwa-what?” I can’t talk properly, I’m swallowing my words. I can’t believe I didn’t notice I’m in the boys’ bathroom. “Hey I asked you, why are you in the boys’ bathroom?” he raised his voice, but I keep can’t focus on what is happening around me. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice it. I was-uh I was urggh!” then he tilted his head telling me to keep going on my reasons. “I need to pee okay! I didn’t notice that I was already in the boys’ bathroom. I must have it all mixed up!” my shouting made the other boys from the cubicle come out to check what was happening. I am so embarrassed. I couldn’t bear the shame I got myself into.

         I tried to lift my legs and ran away outside without saying a word to James. I ran going to the gym with tears running down from my eyes. I was so mortified with that kind of event back there.

         In the gym, our task was to perform a simple warm-up that gymnastic beginners do. I find it easy because at the age of six, I used to be in a gymnastics team, but mom made me quit after one and a half year because she fears that I might commit some accidents and bring myself into some serious injuries.

        Still, I couldn’t get that embarrassing moment in my head, how can I? Whenever I look at James I just can’t get it off my head that it made me messed up in our PE class. Maybe it’s a sign that James and I will never be cooperative.