Oh…my…God.
I looked around the women's restroom pitying myself. How did this happen? Just kill me now. This had to be the most embarrassing and boring night of my life. And it was all Alice's fault.
She owed me. She was drunk- or so she claimed- when she offered me up for grabs on a date with Mike Newton. I'm positive she was sober at the time. I might have accidentally gotten a coffee-stain on the sleeve of a designer shirt Alice had forced me into a week previous to this whole fiasco. She had always had a temper when it came to clothes being ruined and had a history of being extremely vengeful. Let's not forget the time back in high school when she painted my room pink after I ripped a very revealing dress she had picked out for me. I still don't know how she pulled it off. One night I fell asleep in my light blue room, and in the morning my eyes were stunned by the bright, hot pink color of the four walls suddenly suffocating me.
This revenge was much, much worse though. I could repaint my room; I couldn't get out of this date. I had made excuses for getting out of dates with Mike and some other delusional boys throughout all of my high school education. But I had run out of excuses. The most common excuse was that I had tripped and was hurt. My first, and worst, back when I wasn't a pro at coming up with them, was that I had fallen and couldn't get up.*
That plan backfired after Mike called 911 and reached Charlie, my Dad, to tell him that I couldn't get off of the floor and he sent an ambulance to my house. Charlie had been there on the ambulance, and was not happy to discover Mike was lying. Of course, he wasn't fibbing, but Charlie didn't need to know that. It went over well in my opinion. Mike had to spend three hours in jail. I convinced him to lie to Charlie about what happened by methods I am not proud of. Me flirting with him had been my worst memory ever... until now.
After that, I became more skilled, and invented more original ideas, such as; illnesses, papers due, trips out of town, family emergencies, and even the time I told Mike that an alligator had bitten my foot off. I guess it's a good thing he's not too bright.
I surveyed the room, there had to be a way to get out of here. I eyed the window thoughtfully. Nope. I wouldn't be able to climb out without a chair, which unfortunately wasn't present. I could sneak out and walk home. It was a whole eight miles, but I'd rather endure that torture on my legs than another second with Mike Newton. He was sweet, but he just could never get the fact that I didn't like him, even with Jessica Stanley pining after him. I sighed. Mike would probably send in the closest woman to him to come in here and check on me.
I was about to look in the mirror to make sure I was presentable for when I made a dash for it, but the most important component of this room that had evaded my notice before finally caught my attention. No, it couldn't be, no. Oh no. It was. There were three sinks, three mirrors, three bathroom stalls, and three urinals. How could I have missed that?
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*: Next to the star in this story, I mentioned life alert's (or calls) "I've fallen and I can't get up," quote. That is also not mine. If you don't live in America and you have no clue what I'm talking about, try YouTube-ing or googling Life Alert. It's a product for elderly people. There is also a rude video on YouTube called "I've fallen and I can't get up." It's mean, but I have to admit that it's pretty funny. However, it grows annoying very quickly. Be warned. Seriously. I'm listening to it right now and I want to smash the computer.
~Mel~
BN: Hey, Beta here. I wanted to reassure everyone that this is a truly amazing story; I've read and edited a good bit of the 42 pages so far written, and I am personally begging MelKel to write more. Rest assured, this story will be updated with brilliant chapters. Please review, thank you for reading!
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