Ronnie Anne returned home to the Santiago household, her mind still buzzing with the thrill of her latest prank. As she stepped through the door, her mother Maria looked up from the kitchen, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Mijo, ¿qué está haciendo esta lata de laxantes extra fuertes para caballos en la basura del baño?" Maria asked.

Ronnie Anne looked at her mother innocently, shrugging her shoulders. "No sé, Mamá. Maybe it's from one of the neighbors?" she replied, her voice filled with feigned innocence.

Maria's eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering in her eyes. But she said nothing more, simply shaking her head and returning to her cooking.

Ronnie Anne's heart pounded with excitement as she packed her bag for school, knowing that Lucy would be feeling the effects of her prank this morning. The thought of the gross details brought a wicked smile to her face.

As she headed out the door, she met up with Lincoln, who looked noticeably more relaxed and at ease. His eyes sparkled with a newfound sense of peace, and Ronnie Anne couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she looked at him.

"Hey, Lincoln," she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "You look good. Something happen?"

Lincoln smiled, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Yeah, I had a good talk with Lynn earlier. I feel like I can finally move on. I'm just waiting for Lucy at this point."

Ronnie Anne's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with the implications of Lincoln's words. She knew that Lucy was deeply sensitive and had been giving Lincoln his space, but she also knew that Lucy was suffering from depression and self-loathing over what had happened. Lincoln was so scared for Lucy and wanted her to be safe and comforted. And Ronnie Anne didn't like that, no.

"Yeah," Ronnie Anne said, her voice darkening. "It's time for Lucy to 'relax' and 'loosen up.'"

Lincoln looked at her, his eyes filled with confusion. "What do you mean?"

Ronnie Anne chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, nothing. Just a thought."

Lucy arrived at Royal Woods Elementary, her heart filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

As she settled into her seat, she felt a mysterious rumble in her stomach. She frowned, her hand instinctively going to her abdomen. It was probably just nerves, she told herself, shaking off the uneasy feeling.

The classroom buzzed with anticipation as the teacher handed out the test papers, her stern face betraying no emotion. Lucy's stomach growled again, louder this time, but she ignored it, focusing on the questions before her.

But as the minutes ticked by, the rumbling in her stomach grew more insistent, more demanding. Her body began to betray her, flatulence erupting at the most inopportune moments. She blushed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but she pressed on, determined to finish the test.

The growls in her stomach became liquidy gurgles, the flatulence sludgier and sludgier. Panic began to set in.

And then it happened.

A particularly gnarly fart, way too wet, way too loud. She felt something long and stringy in her leggings, something that was moving, crawling down. She gasped, her body going rigid with shock.

Desperately, she tried to trap it against the seat, but it was no use. The stringy thing was alive, wriggling, trying to crawl back into her intestines. She felt it moving, squirming, and her mind went blank with terror.

"Teacher, please," she begged, her voice filled with desperation. "I need to be excused."

The teacher looked at her, her eyes cold and unfeeling. She hit the chalkboard with a big circled "No," her face set in a determined frown.

"But I need to go!" Lucy cried, tears welling in her eyes. "Please, let me go!"

Lucy's ordeal continued, each minute stretching into an eternity as the stringy thing in her leggings continued its relentless progress. Her stomach cramped and twisted, each gurgle and groan a symphony of agony.

The other kids in the classroom began to laugh at Lucy's farting, their faces twisted with amusement and mockery. But as the minutes dragged on, their laughter turned to awkward silence, their eyes darting around the room, exchanging furtive glances.

Lucy's hand trembled as she neared the end of the test, her body wracked with pain and humiliation. She shifted in her seat, trying to find a position that would ease the discomfort, but it was no use. The diarrhea continued to slosh and churn, a never-ending maelstrom.

She took a small break, trying to catch her breath, trying to find some respite from the relentless torture of her body. But it was no use. The biggest fart yet erupted from her, her stomach cramping heavily.

She looked down at the test, her eyes widening with disbelief as she realized that she still had two more pages left. Two more pages of agony, two more pages of suffering.

The other kids looked at her, their faces filled with a mixture of pity and schadenfreude. They felt bad for her, but many of them also took pleasure in her suffering. The teacher's face was impassive, her eyes cold and unfeeling.

Lucy's heart pounded as she reached the final page of the test, her stomach a total mess of almost constant cramps and pure liquid.

She scribbled down the last answer, her hand trembling with the effort, and rushed to turn it into the teacher, her mind filled with a single, desperate thought: to get to the restroom.

But as she raced down the hallway, her face pale and her body trembling, she was stopped by Principal Huggins, his face beaming with a goofy smile.

"Ah, Lucy!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with warmth and enthusiasm. "I've been hearing such wonderful things about you! Finished your test in only 40 minutes! Amazing!"

Lucy's eyes widened with disbelief, her mind filled with horror. She couldn't stop now, couldn't waste any time.

GRRRRRRRRRGGGRGRGRGRGROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAN

But Principal Huggins was oblivious to her distress, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he took her by the arm and led her into his office.

"I've got some very special guests here today," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Four other principals from other schools, all eager to meet you! They've heard so much about you, my dear, and they simply can't wait to get to know you better!"

Lucy's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the relentless agony of her body. She tried to protest, tried to explain, but it was no use. Principal Huggins was all but refusing to let her leave, his face filled with a determination that was almost comical.

And so, she found herself trapped in his office, surrounded by four other principals, all of them eager to engage her in an hour-long discussion.

And as the hour dragged on, as Lucy's mind was filled with a growing sense of despair. And then, after a massive cramp, she let loose a very, very wet, liquidy fart, a sound that was both horrifying and unmistakable. She rushed to the trashcan, her face filled with horror and despair.

She exploded into the trashcan, her body consumed by wave after wave of explosive diarrhea, her insides expelling themselves in a relentless, never-ending torrent. She even saw that she was bleeding.

"Oh my GOD," Principal Huggins exclaimed, his voice filled with shock and horror, as Lucy exploded into that trashcan, holy fuck, goddamn, why the fuck did I write this.

Ecclesiastes 1:18

For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

Judges 14:6

The Spirit of the LORD came powerfully upon him so that he tore the lion apart with his bare hands as he might have torn a young goat.

Psalm 81:10

I am the LORD thy God, which brought thee out of the land of Egypt: open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it.