Second-grade snack time. It was always so slow and droll. I ate the same small pack of Lance Toast Chee Peanut Butter crackers, which were my favorite type of crackers. Cheesy and peanut buttery. We always went to the bathroom pairs at a time, and this time was no different. I went with my friend, Taylor. She had braces already, something I was supposed to get soon, when they were sure that all my baby teeth had come out.
As we washed our hands in the small ceramic sink that was probably older than we were at the time, I splashed her with some of the water on my hands. She laughed and splashed me back with more water, and even if her using more water was“ unfair” by the“ rules,” I really didn’ t want to get in trouble for splashing water around when I really shouldn’ t have been. I took no more than three paper towels, as was the requirement plastered on every single paper towel holder in every single bathroom in the school.
“ Are you ready to go back?” She asked me after I dried the still slightly soapy water from my hands. I decided then that we shouldn’ t just simply walk back from the bathroom back to class. Of course, we should hold hands. And skipping was a much faster way of getting down that hall that wasn’ t running, so skipping was one hundred percent allowed when
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