Once I was in school when I was younger, I had to pee really bad. I was in 8th grade and the class smartie. I always had "A" Honor roll and never did anything wrong. WE were working on a science project in the gymnasium.

I was almost finished way ahead of all the other kids. So I offered to help a kid who needed a volunteer for his project.
First he had me drink coke and take a test. then i had to eat a cracker and take a sip of water.

Then I drank pepsi and took another section of the test.

I drank 7 different liquids. Ms. Tomas tells us we have 1 hour left to work on our project. So another boy asks me for help. so me being so close to being done offers to help.

"Uh... Annabelle since your so smart and perfect and stuff yo might mess up my project.. but I'll try anyway." Andy Yelner says/
He tells me to say the first word that comes to my head when he shows me pictures.
I don't remember all the pictures he showed me but i remember what I said.
"toilet"
"makin g"
"potty"
No not really. but thats what I was thinking.
1/2 an hour left.
I thought I could make it. After all I was perfect right?

I sat working on my project, my bladder fuller than it ever had been before.I was jittery sitting on the edge of my chair.
when the teacher told us it was time to leave I could barely move. Sure i was jittering and dancing, but I mean how much could an eighth grader hold?

I was about to find out. I slowly packed up my science project. I thought momentarily about letting the urine flow in my pants but then thought about my status as and A student.

Jittering uncontroloby, I tried to run to the restroom 4 stories above without my teacher seeing me. but she caught me.
Annabelle, she said "I am ashamed"
I told her embarrassed,
"I need to use a restroom very badly"
"Annabelle you'll have to wait until the end of school. It is only 2 more hours. You are a very bright girl"
I mumbled to my self, So what if I'm smart? it doesn't mean i can control myself from pissin my pants.

My bladder was contracting 500 times a minute.
I knew I was going to pee my pants and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I was in the young child stance. Knees locked together and hand cupped. I shifted my wieght and hovered to the ground.

We walked out side. I stayed. Hidden behind a tree in the snowy weather I struggled to get off my pants. But I couldn't. I strained my muscles and tried to squeeze back the urine that was forcing push out from inside me.

I gave my self a purposely wedgie also going up my lips to hold back. It helped me run to my math class. I sat down and quietly hoped and prayed that i could hold it back for just 20 minutes. my prayers were not answered. I was called up to do a problem on the blackboard. I asked if I could please use a restroom. He allowed me to... after I finished a problem. I was under stress which made it worse. here was the problem:
7+9to the 9th power(2*92)sqared/16=?
I worked for maybe 3 minutes. I could absoulutley not hold it anymore. I begged for him to let me. I was not allowed and was forced to let my pants be soaked. It spread all over my pants and made a pool on the floor. I was crying and was still forced to do the problem. I n my last class I was still having trouble concentrating because everyone seemed to be staring at me. all of a sudden diareah comes squirting out of my shorts. I cry and run out of the school all the way home. I was suspended for 3 days and lost my title as "a smart kid" and became "a whiz kid"

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by Anonymous on Apr 10, 2002 at 4:13 PM

aw man that stinks why didn't you go when you were making a wedgie???????

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by Anonymous on Apr 11, 2002 at 8:36 AM

Bleach! I feel sorry for you!

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Oct 16, 2002 at 3:55 PM

Any teacher who doesn't let a kid go to the bathroom when they have to go is absolutely sadistic.

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