I just sat in a desk. There was no homework in senior English, but it was a bunch of boring poems. I tried to pay attention to the differences between Keats and Shelley, but my need to pee distracted me to no end. Finally I raised my hand.
“Maria?”
“May I be excused to use the restroom?”
The cheerleader put her pen in her mouth and pretended to vape with it. “Have a good vape break, Maria.”
The teacher was not amused. “No, Maria, you cannot leave my classroom for you to go vape.”
“But I really have to pee.” My pants dug into my bladder. The water was starting to take it’s toll.
“You can go after class, Maria.”