Kimberly rushed from her classroom twisting the bathroom pass in her hands. It was nearly shredded by the time she got to the bathroom. The nausea rose up in her and she felt heat prickle her forehead.
“Please just let it be the flu!” she moaned.
She closed the stall door and collapsed in a heap on the unsanitary floor of the school bathroom. The tiny white tiles felt cool under her hand. She needed to remember to wash her hands later. She breathed slowly through her mouth to avoid the smell of toilets. She swallowed and blinked her eyes.
“Please just let me puke!” she prayed to whatever god might be listening.
Her stomach clenched and she gasped hopefully. She knelt next to the toilet, lifting the seat. The toilet water lay still in it’s bleached bowl. She reminded herself that the school janitors cleaned these toilets every night and it was only halfway through first period. She felt her stomach ease. She sat back down. Her hands shook and her eyes started watering. Her teeth started itching. OH NIGHTMARES! NOT AT SCHOOL!
She moaned wondering if she stuck her finger down her throat if that would make everything better. It was unlikely that that would stop what was happening to her but it felt like it could. Then Kimberly felt it, the line she’d never come back from. Her tooth started growing. She could feel it pressing against the inside of her lip, her other canine not far behind. She dropped her hall pass, unlocked the stall door, and ran wobbling down the empty corridor towards the nearest exit. The waxed vinyl tiles reflected the overhead lights exposing all the streaks and scuffs from hundreds of shoes that moved through this hallway on a regular basis. She had to get out of the school before she started eating people.
I used “tooth” as my prompt today. 12 minutes. Pick a word and write. It’s fun. You’ll like it.