My heart was pounding as I trotted down the beige hallways making a sharp right turn into my classroom. Ladybugs plastered the walls and firetruck, red carpets lined the floor. I found my desk and plopped down in my chair. Luckily, I was seated next to my best friend, Taylor. I glance over, give her a quick smile, and then focus on the task at hand. My palms were covered in sweat, my fingers frantically tapped my desk, and my leg nervously twitched up and down. Today was the day I would take my first standardized test. This test would determine everything, and nothing was more important. My teacher yanked the door shut and said, “Class it is time to begin. Please sharpen your pencils and prepare for the test.” I clenched my pencil, attempted to settle myself, and inhaled a large gulp of air. As the air expelled from my mouth, I realized that I was so nervous for the test that I did not take my usual 7:33 A.M. potty break. Usually, I go to the bathroom before I leave for school so that I do not have to go pee until later, but I was so focused on the test that I completely forgot to use the restroom! As I began to think about the possible catastrophe, my hand shot up in the air as I felt wind rush through my fingertips flailing in the air in an attempt to flag down my teacher before my ultimate humiliation occurred, but suddenly I heard a faint trickling noise. “Oh no!” I thought, not today, how could I have possibly forgotten to go to the bathroom before the biggest test of my life? I freeze, squeezing my eyes shut, unable to withstand the humiliation of my friends pointing and laughing at me. Surprisingly, when I release the seal of my eyelids, people are fixated on a different location. I soon realize that the noise was not coming from me; it was coming from the seat directly next to mine. My head shifts to the left and my eyes fixate on Taylor as her eyes flood with tears and her face quickly fills with redness resembling a ripe tomato. When I look down I find a puddle of yellow liquid surrounding her and quickly flowing down towards me. The sight of liquid rushing towards me reminds me of my need to do the same. I freeze with panic not knowing if I should help Taylor or myself. I desperately search the classroom looking for a solution, but I am unable to find anyone or anything to help me. Then, I feel a warm liquid rush down my leg and hear a quiet splash onto the floor. The next thing I know, I am being lifted out of my chair and zoomed down the hallway towards the restroom. A mixture of tears and urine line the beige tiled hallway behind me as my teacher swiftly carries me.  When I reach the bathroom, I am mortified. I am covered in urine and tears and I do not know what to do or say. Then, I look at Taylor and we both start cackling uncontrollably realizing the chaos we had just created. At that exact moment, I knew I had found my best friend, and I would never forget to go to the bathroom before school ever again.