It’s empty

(Chapter originally by MidnightWisher at writing.com)

It is empty. Makoto releases a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. She could finally get out of that disgusting stall. She had been hoping that she could get in and out of all the bathrooms without anyone coming in, but at least this time it seemed to work out for her. If not for being in the right place at the right time, she probably never would have discovered that one of the boys stashed cameras in the girl’s locker room. Who knows what would have happened then? Nipping this in the bud was now her top priority, finding the festival paperwork would just have to wait.

Lost in thought, Makoto lets go of the partition and drops back down less carefully and gently than she planned. Her tiptoes reconnect to the seat first, pushing the edge down toward the ground, followed quickly and forcefully by the rest of her foot and weight. And that’s when it happens.