Recount

The horrifying thought of staining my clothes filled my head, as I stared at the gleaming yellow water. The thought of that going in my mouth made me shudder. Eventually, the teacher called me up. I shook my head hesitantly thinking, ‘why do we have to do this?’ but I had no choice. A cold feeling strutted down my spine, feeling nauseous. Again I was thinking of it entering my mouth. I saw the rest of the class looking at me. I was standing there in the middle of the quad looking like an idiot. What do I do now? Then without warning, the teacher said ‘go’, I slowly walked to the bucket, turned around and came back. Why was she making us do this for writing? I had no clue. I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my head repeating, umm coronavirus much? I could smell my warm minty breath filling the cup rapidly, with the plastic rubbing against my skin. Then all of a sudden, she yelled ‘STOP’. Thank god it was all over.