Look for Sarah!

Her remark unleashes a wave of commotion throughout the class. Silent and blushing in your seat, you hear more than a few other girls agreeing with her. Suddenly you feel guilty about what has happened. Mumbling something about needing the washroom to Mrs Nelson, you run out of class and into the corridor.

It’s then that you realise that you don’t quite know where Sarah has gone. Probably the washroom right, you think. She would have needed to wash her face after the dousing you gave her. Picking a direction at random, you straggle down the hallway, hoping that it’s the one she took.

The hallways are mercifully empty of people. No one to ask you awkward questions, or send you back to class. Turning a corner and then another, you finally see a sign pointing out a washroom and follow it.