A girl scurried into the bathroom during lunch, hoping she wouldn’t encounter those girls. She seemed to be having a particularly unlucky day because they were there, in a pack. A hungry pack ready to pounce on their next victim.
The girl was caught like a deer in headlights. The Bathroom Bizznatches all snapped their heads toward her like magnets and locked their beady eyes on the girl. It seemed like they never left the bathroom. They were always there. Ridiculing, judging, ruining. Their leader, Georgina Reige, was the worst of them all.
Georgina Reige gasped. “OH MY GOD! She came to the bathroom by herself! What a loser!”
Shrieks of laughter exploded in the tiny bathroom. The lone girl, now thoroughly mortified, sprinted into a stall. Somewhat safe, but still subject to the awkwardness and mortification, she cursed her friend who had denied going to the bathroom with her. She would be branded as a loser, a loner forever. The BBs didn’t even have to know her name to completely destroy her life. She would be forced to the very bottom of the social ladder for the rest of her public school education.
I had this -stroke of genius- in the shower today lol. I was just thinking about how some girls ALWAYS need someone to go to the bathroom with them. I don’t understand it at all. There are no Bathroom Bizznatches hanging out in every possible bathroom at every waking period. Why do they feel the need to have a bathroom companion? Je ne comprends pas.