Chapter 3
The class filed into the Getty Museum, more interested in talking with each other, than admiring the ancient paintings and statures that surrounded them. Mrs. Jenkins, their neurotic art teacher who was always on the move, hurried the class quickly over to their tour guide, while she attempted unsuccessfully to quiet down her excited students. The tour guide was a husky African American man, who looked thoroughly bored with his day even though it had only just began.
"Gather round guys, I haven't got all day!" The tour guide belted, in an obviously practiced act of authority.
Casey yawned involuntary, she already knew everything about Vincent Van Gogh's famous paintings such as, 'Starry night', and Monet's impressionist works. After all, she had taken this exact tour before, with her old private all girl's school. While Gary the tour guide began to lecture in a boring drawl on and on about the paintings, Casey looked at Emily and the two exchanged a knowing glance. As Casey started to move to the back of the room (there was no way she was going to be dragged into Gary's boring speech) she realized with a jolt that she really really really needed to pee. Casey listened to Gary's speech for a few more minutes as it slowly became a droning lull in the background. Suddenly, Casey realized that she couldn't hold it any longer, and spying the bathrooms, decided to make a run for it. Thanks to Gary the tour guide, half the class looked asleep on their feet, so Casey was able to slip into the restrooms unnoticed. She quickly made the assumption that the speech would be going on for at least another ten minutes, and she would be out of the bathroom with plenty of time to spare.
As Casey was washing her hands, feeling relieved (as you always do when you've finished peeing after having to hold it), she became aware of the fact that the museum outside that bathroom had become eerily quiet. Peeking her head around the bathroom door, Casey was astounded to see that the room in which her class had been only minutes before, was suddenly completely and utterly devoid of people. She stepped into the room, as the panic began to rise in her chest.
"Oh no. Oh no." Casey half-wailed. "This can not be happening. The class is going to leave without me, my parents will freak, I'll be grounded for life, probably die of starvation, and - and, I might even fail art!!" Casey stopped herself to try and keep her breathing in check. She had been known to hyperventilate in situations like this.
