Liar, Liar, Pants on fire!

Dear Diary,

It’s me again writing to you late at night under the covers while the radio plays softly in the background. I want to tell you something; I know I haven’t written to you in a while and I’m sorry. Starting this new school is hard because it’s a prep and I’m not used to so much homework or these high expectations. Anyway, let’s not get into that ‘cause that’s not what I want to talk about. I have a bully. Again, yes, of course. It always happens, there has to be one. Her name is Priscilla, she’s different from the other bully’s. Not as mean and she hasn’t pushed me or anything. Her style mostly involves pranks or just being annoying, but she also has this odd way of being around when something not cool happens to me. I think I have a curse, but I swear it’s true. Last week, she came around the corner at exactly the perfect time to see me pick my nose. I mean come on! Not a coincidence, it’s fate, and I’m cursed. I have tried my best to be nice, but I can’t take it anymore. She has got to be stopped. Tomorrow I will tell her she needs to stop bullying me or else… and by else, I mean… well I haven’t gotten that far but I just might tell on her. Ugh, see you later and wish me good luck!

“Brring, brring, brring!” My alarm clock goes off at 5 am. I hit it harder than expected and it fell off the nightstand and knocked over my water. “Great way to start the day”, I sarcastically said to myself. I let out an enormous sigh and wiped the crust out of my eyes, slowly stretching my body and sitting up on the bed. As my feet hit the floor, I say to myself with more conviction, “Today is going to be a great day.” The sun is barely rising as my family and I squeeze into the car to go to school.

As I sit down in my class, my teacher is waiting to announce some exciting news. Priscilla is across from me, kicking my desk and tapping her pencil against her water bottle cap. She just knows how to get on my nerves. My teacher interrupts my thought. “Hey kids listen up, we’re all going on a field trip to Seattle, Washington in a few days and I want you all to take this sheet home for your parents to sign”, my heart has overflowed with fear as he slowly passes out the papers, licking his thumb in between pages. I can not believe this is happening, 1,255 miles away from home for 3 days. Priscilla, my class, and me all sitting by the campfire singing Kumbaya roasting marshmallows was the last thing on my mind. No, today was the day of courage to confront her finally. I can’t do that now. I’m going to be stuck in the woods with her.

Days pass and we are all finally ready for this road trip. We all squeeze into the bus. Along the way we stopped at my favorite place, Hometown Buffet. I ate piles and piles of food! Spaghetti, tacos, Jell-O, cakes, an entire chicken, egg rolls, you name it; I ate it.

We had to compile all of this food within an hour, and then we went back on the bus. I spent most of my time on the bus ignoring Priscilla, throwing paper balls and kicking the back of my seat. But at least the scenery was nice, right? Plus, we played games, so that helped.

We finally arrived at the campsite, and it was absolutely beautiful. This was the first time I had ever seen such clear lakes and beautiful colored trees. We all raced off the bus to explore the camp grounds. I was the last to get off so I got to fully take in the whole moment. The winds rustled the trees while the sun caressed my face. I slowly took a deep breath in… and then I felt something in my stomach. It was an intense feeling to fart, so I made sure no one was around me and I let out this glorious fart. “Oh, my god, what was that?” I exclaimed. I could feel something warm and possibly liquid, but there is no way this could happen to me. I walked towards the public restrooms and that’s when I knew I had actually pooped in my pants. The sudden feeling of complete and total embarrassment swept over me, and the bathroom looked miles away. I thought I would never get there in time and where is Priscilla, because she’s missed her cue! I bust open the bathroom door and excuse myself to the middle stall that was open. Which truly wasn't enough space for what was about to go down. I pulled down my pants and there it was. In all its mighty brown, chunky and liquidy poop covered my panties and legs. At this moment, I instantly regretted eating the seven egg rolls. Explosive diarrhea is not something you can do quietly, but here I was trying to hold back and silence each “pffft” that came out. To top it all off, the stall was cramped and humid causing me to sweat a lot! I used half of the toilet paper roll to wipe away my sins and threw away my panties in the trash because they were destroyed. I sped walked as fast as I could to find a teacher to help me get another pair of pants from the bus but on my way there I was stopped by the voice of Priscilla teasing me from behind. “Eeeewww, you smell like poop! What is that on your butt?” I feel like she screamed this from the top of her lungs, I turned around and there she was with her friends pointing at me and holding her nose. I instantly defended myself “This isn’t poop Priscilla, I fell in mud!” I can tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe me. “Mud doesn’t smell like poop! You probably pooped your pants like a baby. Do you want your mommy to come get you?” She asked. I could feel my face getting red and I gripped my hand into a fist. I took a deep breath to hold back angry tears. “Shut up Priscilla, you have a pig nose so of course you can smell the difference!” I yelled this at her as I ran towards a teacher for help. In the distance, I could hear the girls screaming “Liar, liar, poopy pants on fire.”

I spent the rest of my trip trying to stay positive and not let my crappy experience ruin the whole thing, but my memory and my pants will forever be stained.