I had just stumbled into the bathroom. My stomach hurt like crazy. I could feel it inside of me. Heavy, pushing against my insides. "I should've gone before soccer practice..." I thought. Quickly, I pulled down my pants, just in time as my rectum exploded in excretion. I heard everything fall into the water with a plop, as I felt the boulder in my intestines shrink until it wasn't bothering me much anymore. I heaved out a sigh, freed of the discomfort of all that waste cooped up in my intestines. Then the smell hit me.

 I immediately covered my nose and looked down, seeing the defecation running down the sides of the gleaming white bowl. I started questioning the cleanliness of the porcelain throne that I perched on, knowing that my gut was always full of E. Coli, which my body used for digesting food. I was fully aware that E. Coli also caused many many problems if it got into other parts of my body. It definitely didn't help that I was stuck in a public bathroom stall which was never cleaned.

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That was when I became fully aware of my surroundings. The stall seemed to be on the verge of collapsing in on itself, graffiti covering the walls. The lock was loose, and I wondered if it would hold up. The floor was sticky, like in a movie theater, but I had a suspicion that this wasn't covered in soda. Little pieces of balled-up toilet paper littered the ground around me, and I couldn't help comparing them to balls of popcorn.

I realized that I hadn't checked the seat before sitting down, and felt uneasy thinking about the possible bacteria crawling all over my buttocks, which were resting on top of the seat. I hadn't even covered the seat with toilet paper before I sat down.

The thought caused me to spring up from my position, crashing into the stall door. I looked back, seeing that the seat was fairly clean, and felt as if I had dodged a huge bullet, before I was hit by the realization that my posterior had probably wiped off most of the feces stuck on the seat and now I had someone else’s stools all over my rear end.

 I heard my soccer coach yelling for us to take the field, and knew I had to get back outside. Then my abdomen exploded in pain once again. I rushed back into the stall. The already low content of water in the bowl diminished to almost nothing as my diarrhea filled it up. I was sick. After dumping out all the contents of my intestines, I went back to the soccer game. I didn’t realize that the game was almost over as I ran onto the field. “Hey!” said a guy on the other team, “What happened to your pants?”