Shivering, Casey dashed to the next cubicle, pushing it and slamming it shut, wincing at the noise. marker in one hand and flashlight in the other she plopped herself onto the toilet a little too fast, falling into the unflushed tank with a yelp. She shoved herself out quickly, her bottom feeling disgustingly wet.
"What happened?" the voice asked.
"I... I fell in."
"In?"
"The toilet. I fell in the toilet," she sounded aghast, and he laughed.
"It's not funny! It's filthy, and unflushed, and... ohmygod!"
"Casey?"
"I dropped the marker in the toilet!"
The voice laughed, a roaring sound of delight that shocked her at first, then made her scowl.
"It's not funny!" she insisted. "It's floating beside... ugh."
The voice continued to laugh, eventually stopping to say, "Take it out."
"What? I can't do that, it's filthy!"
"Take it out,"
"No!" she blurted, clapping her hands over her mouth in horror as soon as the words left her mouth. "I'm getting it!" she yelled, swooping down and plucking out the marker with scarcely a drop of liquid getting on her.
"Casey," the voice growled, and she cringed.
"I... I got the marker," she said weakly. |