She stood up and backed away in horror as she stared at the toilet bowl. Grimacing, she flushed the toilet, watching as the contents went down the drain. She flushed it again to ensure the bowl was clean, then left the stall to wash her hands and rinse her face.
“What the hell was that?” she asked herself as she stared into the mirror.
Just then, two girls came into the bathroom, giggling about something.
Lizzie grabbed her backpack and pushed by them, muttering, “I’ve got to get out of here.”
“How rude!” she heard one of the girls say, but she ignored them.
She ran down the hall and burst through the front doors. Looking around wildly, she wondered where she was going to go. She just knew she couldn’t stay in school another moment.
Running down the road, she headed toward the
