Ok, only 30 minutes left, I can do this. I just gotta breathe, and not think about it. I can do that. That's easy. No I can't. What was I thinking? I can't make it 60 minutes, it's already been a hour.


"Are you ok?" My bench mate asked.

"Ya, ya, I'm fine,"I said as my knees began to quake. Why did I drink that gatorade? How could anyone last a two hour bus ride with that much liquid in their system?

"Hey, calm down. You're moving the whole bus," Caylen said from the row across from me. Fidgeting my legs around, I pressed my hands against the bench to try and stop the shaking.

"I'm trying, I'm trying. Give me a break, I'm holding in Niagara Falls here."

"Just distract yourself. We are almost to the school."
Distract myself? How could I distract myself? In my mind I turned the gross, cramped bathroom, into a palace. All I could think about was the porcelain throne that awaited me. Think about something else he said.

"I don't think thats possible," I said.







* * *

It's only been 20 minutes. It seemed like so much longer. I should have gone at the game, but this uniform is such a pain. No one knows the difficulties of wearing a marching band uniform.

"Listen to music, just relax," Caylen said.

Ok, yah I can do that; I can relax. It's not like I'm dying here. I popped in my ear buds and began to listen to my Ipod on shuffle. Relax…relax…relax…Rain started to patter on the windows, I could sense that we were only a little ways away, even though I wasn't really paying attention anymore to the drive.


"Eww," Girls screamed.

"Elise…?" Caylen shook me.

"What, what?" I came back to reality with wet pants and a puddle on the floor.