I jumped up to my feet in a hurry, trying to keep my cool. Naturally, everyone was watching. I think there was even a line onto the school bus that reached past the water fountain and into the lunch hall. Ed was clenching his fist and grinding his teeth. "So you think you"re brave enough to scuff up my birthday shoes, do ya?" Ed said in his deep, manly voice. Sometimes I think his voice even puts my dads to shame.
"No sir, it was just, I guess, maybe it was just an accident," I stuttered out. I get nervous when talking in front of crowds, especially where every shred of dignity is placed on the line.
"Oh, an accident! Did you have a wittle pee pee accident too?" Edwin laughed. I looked down and there it was. A damp circle had appeared on my new khakis. I guess in all the chaos and fearing for my life, I had wet myself. My first thought was that I shouldn't have had that extra cup of juice this morning but oh was that thought interrupted by the loud rolls of laughter. Remember the big crowd that consisted of over half the school? Well every person there knew what had happened. I wanted to runaway, I mean it wouldn't be horrible in Mexico, I hear that you could live your whole life on five dollars. Too bad I only had 3.50 in my pocket.
"Get up wittle baby and go put a wittle diaper on," Edwin roared, not trying a bit to hold back laughter.
I was fighting back the warm tears, and I could feel my face glow with embarrassment. "Shut up, I am not a baby! I just have an overactive bladder!" I yelled trying to defend my honor. By saying that I believe I only made matters worse. Now everyone was laughing and teasing me about my problem.
Not knowing what to do, I did the only natural thing, I ran. Ed was blocking the front entrance to the bus, using the knowledge of all those bus safety drills I quickly dove across four rows of seats and yanked the emergency handle. I took a great leap out of the back and let out a great war cry which actually turned into a cry of pain.