Answer:
This isn't a true story by the way.
Explanation:
It was a mundane Monday Morning like no other. My teacher was dragging on and on about some historical event centuries ago. She was speaking with such monotony that I think a robot would fall asleep when it heard it. Hence, the whole class was silent, to the extent that you could hear a pin drop. Despite how ideal it seemed to slumber, I was faced with other issues: my petulant, uncooperative bladder. Yup. I needed to go to the toilet. And the teacher wasn't stirring at all. I think someone could potentially die and she'd compare them to an ancient sacrifice. I wasn't going to just get up and leave for such a fear to taint my flawless report card.
Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore and decided to pee. Yup. I don't think the chair makes such a good substitute for a toilet. I thought everything was all swell since I did it ever so quietly so as to not disturb the tranquility of the classroom. I didn't realise a raincloud of mortification was showering over me when I noticed the whole class, including the teacher holding their noises and pointing at me.
Then, I stood up. Squelch. Yikes. There was a muddy puddle on my chair. And I think laughing is an understatement. There was a cacophony of boisterous giggling and smirking at me. I think my raincloud of mortification had turned into acid rain, because I was burning with ignominy. Great.
I hope you like it. It is isn't that great but oh well.
