This choice: Something happens along the way to school • Go Back...Chapter #5Something happens along the way to school by: L4neB1ker   The hum of the engine and the soft chatter of the radio filled the car as Ms. Evans drove, occasionally glancing back at you in the rearview mirror with that same infuriatingly sweet smile. You shifted uncomfortably in the car seat, the straps pressing into your shoulders, reminding you just how small you were compared to the world around you. "You know, Mikey," Ms. Evans said, her voice light and teasing, "you're being very well-behaved back there. Most babies fuss when they're in the car for too long."
You clenched your jaw. "I'm not a baby."
She giggled. "Oh, I know, sweetheart. But you are just the cutest little thing."
You groaned inwardly. This was going to be a long ride.
Then, without warning, Ms. Evans suddenly swerved slightly, braking hard as a car cut in front of her. The abrupt movement jostled you in your seat, and before you could stop it.
Squelch.
Your face burned as you realized what had just happened. The sudden jolt had made you wet yourself, right there in the car seat. The warm, spreading sensation was unmistakable, and your stomach twisted with humiliation. Ms. Evans didn’t seem to notice at first, too focused on the road. But then she sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling slightly.
"Oh dear," she murmured, glancing back at you. "Did someone have a little accident?"
Your entire body went rigid. "N-no!"
She gave you a knowing look. "Mikey, it's okay. Babies have accidents all the time."
"I’m not a baby!" you snapped, but your voice cracked, making you sound even younger than you were. Ms. Evans just sighed sympathetically. "We’ll get you all cleaned up when we get to school, okay? Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ve changed plenty of diapers." Your stomach dropped. Diapers? You weren’t even wearing one! But before you could correct her, Ms. Evans turned into the school parking lot, pulling smoothly into a spot near the front entrance. She unbuckled herself and turned to face you, her expression a mix of amusement and pity.
"Now, let’s get you inside before anyone sees you like this," she said, reaching for the car seat buckle. You panicked. If she took you out now, she’d see, AND she’d know. But it was too late. Ms. Evans gasped as she lifted you from the seat, her hands immediately feeling the dampness on your pants. Her eyes widened.
"Oh, Mikey..." she whispered, her voice dripping with sympathy. "You poor thing." You wanted to die as you somehow got redder. She cradled you against her chest, one hand patting your back as if soothing a fussy infant. "Shhh, it’s okay. We’ll get you fixed up." Then, without hesitation, she carried you straight toward the school, in full view of everyone. Students loitered near the entrance, chatting and laughing. Teachers milled about, greeting each other. And there you were, being carried like a toddler, your pants soaked, your face burning with shame.
A group of girls nearby gasped as they saw you.
"Is that a baby?" one whispered.
"Aw, he’s so tiny!" another cooed.
Ms. Evans just smiled, adjusting her grip on you. "Good morning, ladies! This is Michael, he’s a new student."
Their eyes lit up with delight.
"Can we hold him?" one asked eagerly.
Ms. Evans laughed. "Maybe later! Right now, I need to get him changed." Your stomach twisted. Changed?!
But before you could protest, Ms. Evans was already pushing through the school doors, heading straight for the nurse’s office.
The nurse, a slim young woman with flowing red hair looked up in surprise as Ms. Evans strode in.
"Morning, Carol," Ms. Evans said cheerfully. "We’ve got a little situation here."
The nurse’s eyes flicked down to you, then to the wet spot on your pants. Her lips pursed in understanding.
"Ah. Another accident?" You wanted to scream. Another?!
Ms. Evans nodded. "Poor thing couldn’t hold it. Do you have any spare clothes?"
The nurse rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out, some clothes. Your heart stopped as you saw what they were. A onesie and a diaper.
"No," you whispered, horrified.
Miss Evans just smiled. "It’s okay, Mikey. We’ll get you all cleaned up."
The nurse gestured to the changing table in the corner. "Go ahead and lay him down."
You thrashed in Ms. Evans’ grip, but she held firm, carrying you toward the table as if you weighed nothing.
The door to the nurse’s office creaked open, and a student walked in, a girl from your grade. Her eyes locked onto you, and your blood ran cold, as she recognized you, and to make it worse she was smirking.
Do you beg Miss Evans to stop, risking her thinking you’re throwing a tantrum?
Or do you stay silent, praying the girl won’t say anything, even as she watches you get treated like a baby? | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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