(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)
Chihiro wanted to try and retrieve her towel. She really did. But the fear of being caught was too great, and she instead opted to hide in the stall. With any luck, whoever was coming would just come in, do their business, and leave. Then she could easily get her towel back without having to risk exposure and humiliation. Of course, that was assuming luck was on Chihiro's side today, when all evidence so far had been to the contrary.
Chihiro sat on the cold plastic seat of the stall's toilet, pulling her legs up against her chest to make the stall appear completely empty from the outside. The last thing Chihiro needed was someone seeing bare, feminine feet in the boy's bathroom stall and getting curious. In this slightly uncomfortable position, Chihiro listened as the voices entered the bathroom. Chihiro wasn't exactly trying to eavesdrop, but she couldn't really do anything else to preoccupy herself as she hid.
Their conversation wasn't anything particularly interesting. Just idle gossip, questions about homework, and their opinions on some of the girls in the school. Chihiro wasn't exactly comfortable listening to that last subject, especially considering some of the words they used and the things they expressed a desire to do... But she couldn't exactly voice her complaints, could she?
As Chihiro sat there, waiting for her unwanted company to leave, she felt a surge of fear as-
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