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Ian William McFarley was in the beginning his grim freshman year of highschool, which was filled with flying foul bombs of anxiety. McFarley had left French 1 after having drank Hardy Friebacher’s double sized Monster to power him through. They tasted like those horrible sour candies with faces on them, except sweeter, and fizzy. Food and drink should always be solid, and should never move on the tongue like worms with legs, he thought over and over again. He needed to piss, because he also drank his entire water bottle twice by taking a trip to the fountain to counteract the sugar’s dehydrating powers. He always made sure to drink water.

He almost chewed his own fingers at the sight of the stained bathroom wall, and the line of boys in basketball shorts. The line was not exactly linear, it leaned in the favor of a senior. This was not even the tallest, or the broadest shouldered senior, but he spoke quietly. McFarley was wearing a mask, two in fact. N95 and a thin paper one. He has never gotten Covid, but he just doesn't want anyone to get Covid. He didn't want Covid, especially those nasty long lasting future ending neurological effects. Something effecting his mind would be terrible, but he imagined that these boys would not care. There was a urinal, but McFarley preferred not to use that. Urinals held the disturbingly soft looking blue cakes. The name cake made him imagine someone eating it and this idea made his stomach’s gravity inverse, so he waited in the line for a toilet stall. There were three toilet stalls. McFarley had already been delaying pissing. One of them them looked up to glare at McFarley's face. A brief mean eye contact was forged between them. McFarley almost blushed, but turned around, because he was afraid of them thinking he was gay.

He decided that waiting till lunch may be wiser, since there was no way he was going to get to the front of the line. He left and almost waddled down the halls. His backpack was still in French, and the bell rang. That was two hallways away. People busted out of the classrooms into the hallways, like a barrel punctured at the bottom. He failed to attend lunch on part of drowning in this this stream of people, while swimming uphill to the French. Once he got to French he learned that someone stole his backpack. He traveled to the front office. Then the Office made an announcement on the loudspeaker about it. Hardy Friebacher has taken it with him to lunch, so that McFarley didn't have to carry it. McFarley felt like an idiot, and cried when he got home.