It was the middle of 8th period and she was more than desperate for a bathroom break.

She raised her hand and was granted permission from the teacher to use the bathroom. Little did she know that this bathroom experience was about to get more interesting than the normal toilet paper and hand soap.

As she sat down in her usual stall, she began to relieve herself of her full bladder without realizing the normally full toilet paper holder was now empty. Her heart sank when she reached for the paper and her hand came back empty.

“Oh no,” she thought to herself. Then she sighed out loud. “You have got to be kidding me!”

After taking two tests that she probably failed, forgetting her jacket at home, and having a major headache, this bathroom disaster was the last way she wanted to end her day. After desperately looking in the trash can for scraps of toilet paper, an idea hit her. She pulled out her phone and clicked a friend’s number that was conveniently in her 8th period.

The phone rang. No answer. The phone rang again. No answer. After the 5th ring, she gave up and called her friend who was down the hall from her 8th period class. She was not surprised when yet again there was no answer.

“Right,” she thought to herself. “Like their teachers are going to let them answer their phones because their friend is having a toilet paper problem.”

Sweat began to drip down her back as she realized what she had to do next. She was going to have to sprint to the next stall. Her pants were awkwardly pulled up as far as she would dare, and she slowly opened her stall door, peeking out of it to see if she could hear someone coming towards the bathroom. Hearing no one coming, she took two quick, giant steps to the stall beside her. It was locked.

“Oh my sweet Lord,” she cried.

She waddled to the next stall. It was locked. Then to the next. It was locked. Just as she was about to give up and walk around the school with soiled pants, she noticed the stall closest to the door was slightly ajar.

Right then, she heard voices from the other side of the bathroom’s door. It was now or never.  A rush of adrenaline forced her legs to dash into the stall. She locked the door behind her, plopped down on the toilet, and breathed a sigh of relief as a girl walked in.

“Don’t go to the last stall,” she announced. “It’s out of toilet paper.”