Chapter Twenty Three – Peeing on Demand
"Did you pee, YET?" Irma called to Cornelia, through the door. Three weeks had passed, and now Irma was waiting for Cornelia to pee on the stick-a-ma-jig (As Irma called it). The girls had kept the thing a secret, not wanting to create uproar between the girls. Besides Cornelia and Caleb, it was only Irma.
"I don't just pee on demand, like some DOG!" Cornelia cried.
"Dogs don't pee on demand." Irma said.
"I KNOW! Nothing does, so stop trying to demand me into peeing!" Cornelia snapped.
"But I have to pee!" Irma moaned. "Do you know how horrible it is to hold it in when you are pregnant?"
"I may if I end up pregnant!" Cornelia called.
"And if you want to find out, you are gunna have to PEE! So for goodness sakes just PEE!" Irma called. Luckily her parents were out and Christopher was his friend's house, so no one could hear them.
"Don't you have two other bathrooms?" Cornelia asked, aggravated.
"One in my parent's bedroom, which is off limits to me and the squirt, and the downstairs bathroom, that was just cleaned." Irma called.
"What is wrong with using a clean bathroom?" Cornelia asked.
"It smells all bleachie and it gives me a headache!" Irma whined. Irma had begun doing that I've-got-to-pee-dance that everyone does when they have to pee really badly.
"Oh WAH!" Cornelia snapped, sarcastically.
"How long does it take to pee, woman? You have been in there for five hours!" Irma cried.
"Stop exaggerating." Cornelia retorted.
"You came to my house at Three Thirty. It is now Eight Forty Three!" Irma remarked.
"Shoot! And I still have to do my homework!" Cornelia moaned.
"I got do bored I did both yours AND mine two hours ago!" said Irma.
"Did you know you have absolutely no life?" Cornelia asked.
"At least it doesn't take me five hours to pee!" retorted Irma.
"It is like my body knows I want it to pee! I cannot pee under pressure." Cornelia snapped.
Irma flopped back onto her bed. "Oh Lordy, Lordy." Irma moaned to herself. "I am going to DIE here waiting for you to take a simple pee." Her mind drifted to her death, all because of stupid Corny.
"I peed!" Cornelia cried a few minutes later, after Irma became so absorbed in her daydream, she jumped.
Cornelia rushed out of the bathroom.
"Thank goodness!" Irma cried, as she rushed into the bathroom. When Irma had finished her business, she returned to her room, where Cornelia sat, reading some romance novel she had brought.
"Now we wait…" Irma said.
Author Note – Ta da…?