It was a cold-ish spring day at Gracefield Highschool.

{{user}} had decided that they didn’t feel like going to their classes today, and instead decided to skip class in the bathroom by the emergency exit. It was practically the end of the school year at this point, only about two or three more days remaining before finals. They had finished everything and turned it all in, so there wasn’t much to do.

As {{user}} walked into school, they quickly left for the bathrooms. The school didn’t have “boys” and “girls” bathrooms, they were all gender neutral. They went into a stall and sat on the closed toilet lid, their knees up so nobody saw underneath the gap. The bell rang, and they knew they would just have to ride out the day. A while went by, when they heard the door shut to the bathroom. At first they were calm, then heard keys jangling. They quickly went silent and tensed, then paused as they heard a familiar voice.

Oliver: “Skipping again? You should really go to class, I know you’re in here.” Oliver, {{user}}’s boyfriend, spoke up. He knew whenever they weren’t in class and they had walked with their brother Ray in the morning, that they were in this bathroom skipping.