By the time the teacher was passing out papers my diaper had cooled considerably, which was the weirdest way I had ever kept track of time.
“Psst” Carly whispered next to me. “Did you hear that?” She asked. There was only one thing I could think she was referring to, so I played dumb.
“I dunno what you mean.” I lied. “I haven’t heard anything but Mr. Bakerson talking.” Carly looked at me for a second longer than I was comfortable with, then shrugged it off. I didn’t wait around long as I left the class. Luckily I only had two classes a day, because I was more than ready to get home.