. . .”Alisha, Alisha!” All I saw was murky head shape, with blonde hair surrounding the figure hovering over me. I started seeing more faces hovering over me as if they wanted a closer look of my face. “Uhh. . .” I couldn’t mutter a word, I felt so weak. The people above me started giggling and holding in laughs, and then the blonde figure appeared again with a disinfectant wipe. I wanted to ask, “What’s that for?” but she started wiping my face. The wet wipe REALLY hurt when she accidentally wiped my eyes. The wet, lemon scented wipe was tossed in the trash can by the sink. “Help me up,” I muttered, barely even hearing myself. I was lifted by the group of people, and I realized that they are all in my homeroom, and they were all girls. They took me over to the sink as I directed them and I had traces of black on my face and my glasses had marks on them too. I looked pretty ridiculous, I wished Courtney could see this, but then I remembered the big battle we had. I started giggling along with my classmates and then someone showed their phone to me with a picture before the wipe came and smudged it. I had really thick eyebrows, a L on my forehead, a moustache, a beard, and a line traced around my lips. I looked hilarious, so I started cracking up. The people around me finally released all the giggles they had stored and laughed along with me. I heard the “Bing!” of someone clicking a button on their phone, and everybody looked at the direction of where the “Bing!” came from and I saw that girl I sat by in social studies. She saw us all staring at her and she said, “What?” and rushed out. The nurse then came over and carried me to a stall to sit down. “So, what happened Miss Crenton?” I knew what happened, but I would sound crazy and she wouldn’t believe me. “Umm, I don’t know, I was just standing here, washing my hands, and all of a sudden I didn’t feel to good and I was dizzy. I fell to the ground and then I was unconscious from then on.” The nurse headed out of the stall and started pacing. I wanted to tell her that people don’t pace these days, but she was too busy concentrating. She looked up like she had and idea, but then looked down quickly dismissing that idea. She kept on pacing when I heard some of the girls giggling. I wanted to see, but when I tried to lean over to see their screen, I fell off the toilet and banged my head on the wall. “Ow!” I cried, hoping someone would check on me so I could see their phone, but no one acknowledged me. “Ugh,” I grunted while trying to stand up. I was still so weak and I fell on my belly onto a puddle. I finally got up with the help of the wall and let go, and I saw what they were looking at and fell again. Apparently I’m so helpless I can’t stand while focusing on something else. This time instead of me standing up all by myself I used the wall for support, and this time I got a clear picture of their phones. Guess what that picture was? Me. All me. Looking stupid while laughing with the black smears on my face, and one of me drooling with the “decor” of the marker on my face. Now I got why they were laughing. I looked ridiculous. In a bad way. If that wasn’t me I’d be laughing my head off, but no, I had to be the person in that picture. I felt like stomping in the bathroom and having a saltwater pool party, but then I realized I was in the bathroom, so somebody would probably film and post that. I took another glance at the girl’s phone and realized that it was posted by Genevieve. How could that be? She’s not even in my homeroom. Then it clicked. That girl I sit by in social studies must be friends with Genevieve!!! That’s what the bing was!! She was sending it to Genevieve!! OMGOSH!! Then Genevieve posted it, and maybe she is also responsible for Chad asking Courtney!!!!! Genevieve and her friend must’ve plotted an evil plan by telling Chad that Courtney liked him, because she knew that I liked Chad due to the picture her friend saw drawn by me. She also knew that Courtney was trying to get info on Chad for me, not herself. Wait, maybe her friend was in the bathroom ready to record my hiccup cries, because she posted it on the internet, and that’s what Courtney was laughing at!! Apparently, the G-lover knows more than what dawns on us. Well, me, because me and Courtney are officially (but not gladly) over. I slowly let go of the wall and started standing by myself. I was about to pump my fist, but yet again, I fell into the stinky puddle. “What a day.” I muttered when I accidentally put my hand in the puddle.