Lana woke up to the same thing as usual. A little alert in her mind: Carolyn Frederick has used the bathroom! “No!” Lana said, slapping her face. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing but at the same time laughing.
Ever since Lana’s twelfth birthday, she always got “alerts” in her mind whenever someone had to, or had used, the bathroom in ten feet proximity. It was the worst. She would be in class and all of a sudden: Clara Dingle has to use the bathroom! 273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCAy2DUR4sA
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What was this lame superpower anyway? Why had she received it? Was it really a superpower? It was more like a curse in her opinion. 273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuUfHJHX3ys
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Lana rolled out of bed, groaning. She picked her glasses up from her side table, and adjusted them on her nose. She had scraggly dark hair, dark skin, and was at the moment wearing a very unattractive stripy nightgown. Lana sauntered over to the bathroom, where she started brushing her teeth. As she spit out the toothpaste, another alert popped into her mind: Norman Fredericks needs to use the bathroom! “Then just go dad!” Lana yelled, before covering her mouth.
“What?” Lana’s father yelled back up at her.
“Uhh nothing.” Lana said, slapping herself in the face.
Lana changed quickly into an oversized gray t-shirt, with jeans and a sweatshirt, then hurried downstairs. Her brother Clay was sitting at the table, playing video games like usual. Lana rolled her eyes at him, switching her gaze to her mother making breakfast. “I’m hungry.” Clay grunted.
“Well obviously dumbell! That’s why she’s making food!” Lana said.
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Lana rolled her eyes again, (something she did quite often to her ten year old brother) and accepted the plate of food from her mother. “Thanks mom.” Lana said, digging into her eggs.
Lana finished quickly, scraping her plate and running upstairs to grab her shoes and backpack. Lana ran out the door, hopping on the bus and waving good bye through the windows. That’s when it hit her. The wave of bathroom alerts. Cory Tikeman has to use the bathroom! Madilyn Ross has to use the bathroom! Lily Hernandez has to use the bathroom! She was hit with about fifteen more, and regretted getting on the bus that morning. She stumbled toward her seat, collapsing in the seat. Her friend, Lisa, was already sitting down.
“You okay?” She asked at seeing the pained expression on Lana’s face.
“No.” Lana admitted, and it was right then when she decided she had the worst life ever.
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