I wake up sprawled on my bathroom floor, Diarrhea everywhere. What a way to start the day I thought. I went to my room to change, with my stomach rumbling and my ass aching. I let out what I thought was a fart, but it was diarrhea. The walls were now shit brown. I took medication to help the diarrhea problem, hoping it'd help.
I went into my car and drove onto the road. I was afraid my odor would draw people away from me. Flashbacks of early this morning ran through my mind. I shook my head as I arrived at my destination. My heart was raving as I saw everyone walking by.
Walking out of the car, my stomach gave out. Diarrhea went straight through my pants and onto the floor. No one seemed to notice at first but then, someone pointed it out.
"That girl just fucking sharted everywhere." I was so embarrassed I couldn't even show my face. I ran through a crowd, their faces full of disgust and laughter.
I couldn't believe what just happened. I thought this year would start off good, but almost everyone had seen what I'd done.
"Sharter" was to be my new nickname for the rest of the year.
