Mike's POV:
"Newton, good job during warm ups," Coach Carr pat me on the back and I went to the sidelines to get some water and rest a little before the first event.
Cullen and I are both participating in the 110 meter hurdles event. We lined up among some of the West Creek High athletes. Then the gun went off, we ran. I cleared most of the hurdles easily, but as the race went on, my stomach started to cramp up. What is going on? I still finished second, of course that darn Cullen is first. My walk back to the bench was tough, sharp pains were now coursing through my stomach. Maybe I had too much water. And why isn't Cullen sick yet? There he is, running in the 5,000 meter event. Maybe it will start to hit him as this one ends.
Ouch, what the heck is wrong with me? Wait a minute, the bottles couldn't have been switched, could they? Nah, no way. I planned it out too well. The 5,000 meter race ended with Cullen in first and two of the West Creek High kids finishing third and fourth. I had about 10 minutes until the 100 meter dash, the last race Cullen will be in. It better happen by then!
I paced around taking deep breaths, hoping the cramp would go away for my sprint. It's finally time to line up now, so I go. On my right hand side is Tyler Crowley and next to him is Cullen. On my left are three West Creek High guys. This should be good. I crouched down into the starting position, and to my embarassment, I passed gas, but luckily it wasn't noisy. Oh, gosh, this hurts, what is wrong with me?
"Ew, Newton, did you freakin' fart?" Crowley asked with disgust in his voice. I looked over and saw Cullen's mouth slightly upturned in a smile, but he wasn't looking over here.
"No, Tyler, shut up, man." I replied.
"On your marks, get set, GO!" The gun went off.
I burst out of my starting position and was slightly ahead of everyone except Cullen. Yes, I'm winning! "Oh, shit" I cried in pain as my stomach gave an extremely painful heave. The rumbling noise was audible and then it happened. My stomach exploaded and the most horrific thing possible happened to me. The West Creek High kid on my left stepped in it as he passed me and so did Tyler. I think they were running too quickly to stop in time. Cullen ran ahead and got away clean, winning of course.
That is the least of my worries now. I looked around and everyone was staring at me with horror in their eyes. I looked down and saw the huge mess I made. Oh my gosh. This is the end of my life as I know it.
"Damn, Newton, what the heck?" Tyler said, standing several feet away from me. I looked over to he had been splashed all over with the mess.
I got up and ran to the locker room, looking behind me only once as I left the track. I noticed a trail of the mess had followed me in the form of a liquid brown trail. Someone, anyone, please, come and kill me now.
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The day that my life officially ended was Saturday. It's now Monday and even though I begged all day Sunday and this morning, my parents wouldn't let me skip school. In fact, my dad just dropped me off and watched me walk into the building. On my way to my locker, I heard some snickering and one kid even called out "Hey, Newton! Need a diaper?" Another yelled "How about some Imodium AD?"
I ignored them and kept going. I reached my locker now and as I opened it, at least a few hundred adult diapers piled out on top of me. A group of kids were standing around watching and laughing. I scowled at Jessica who was laughing hysterically with everyone else. What a shallow bitch. I grabbed my books and took off to English class. Great, Bella and Edward were already sitting in their seats, near mine.
"Hi Mike," Bella said as I sat down. "Did you finish the homework?" Oh, thank God for sweet Bella Swan. Of course she's too mature to make fun of me.
"Yeah, did you?" I asked, blushing because I knew she had witnessed the whole fiasco.
"Yes." She smiled sweetly, obviously just trying to make me feel better.
"I finished it to, Mike." Edward said cooly. "It didn't take long at all. I finished it in less time than it took you to chug your Gatorade."