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The floor of this fairy boat is fairly uncomfortable. I sit here, hiding in a boy’s bathroom stall as I wait for the janitor to finish so I can leave. I have been hiding here for some time now, and my butt is rather sore. The janitor had tried to clean this bathroom, of course, but when he came to open the door, he found it was locked; I guess he was just too lazy to try and open it. I hate lazy people; they won’t do anything that they don’t want to, and they will never get anywhere in life. Like the janitor, for example. Must I explain? I don’t think it’s necessary.
I finally hear the door to the bathroom close and I stand up, brushing myself off. I am a bit wobbly and I find, to my annoyance, that my right leg is asleep and my left foot is completely numb. I stomp on my foot a few times and the feeling comes back, but I stop soon; that was a bad idea. The handle to the door of the bathroom turns and in walks the janitor. Thank god I didn’t come out of the stall. I slap my forehead for being such a dimwit.
“Anyone here?” The janitor asks the bathroom wearily before shrugging and leaving through the creaky door again.
I wipe my forehead. That was too close.
Well, I am assuming you are wondering why a young boy like myself is hiding in a fairy boat bathroom stall. I suppose I will let you know.
My family had been preparing a vacation for us in the couple of months before school ended. I hadn’t wanted to go, but they were forcing me. We were going to go to Hawaii. Yes, my parents were rich. I didn’t want to go, because I hated the heat. We lived up in Vancouver, Canada, where it was pretty cold most of the time.
“You’ll have such a great time in Hawaii, John!” My mother said too many times. “We can go swimming, we will meet so many nice people, we can go shopping together…”
I would usually reply, “Mom, I don’t like swimming. I don’t even like the warm weather. You know I’m cold blooded.” That was what everyone always said about me. ‘That Jonathan is always outside without a coat, he loves the cold so much. It’s like he’s cold blooded!’ “I don’t like meeting new people either, and you know that I hate shopping.” I continued.
“But sweetheart, I’m sure it’ll be a blast!”
“Yeah, son, maybe you can even meet a cute girl!” My dad said, nudging me hard in the side with his elbow. He looked at me through his square glasses.
“Dad!” I said; he looked at me, and I just rolled my eyes.
A few months passed and the trip came closer. I dreaded every new day. The night before the trip came. A very small, dismal plan was beginning to form in my head.
“Pack your bags, Hun.” My mom said. I did.
Morning came all too soon, and before I knew it I was in the car heading toward the fairy. I don’t know why we were taking a fairy to a Hawaii and not a cruise boat; my parents said it was just easier. Whatever.
The fairy ride came and soon it was time to get off. Now it was time for my ingenious plan. I didn’t sleep at all last night; I was awake all night coming up with this. Really, I felt kind of bad doing it. But it was the only way not to go to Hawaii.
I went down to the car and got in, meeting my parents, who were already in the front seats; my dad was in the drivers seat and my mom in shotgun. I yawned.
“Ohh, I’m so tired…I’m going to sleep.” I said, laying down and putting a blanket over me. I got some pillows ready. The loud screeching sound of the ramp for the cars coming down filled the car area. My parents closed their eyes and plugged their ears with their index fingers, messing up their faces. Now was my chance. I quickly stuffed the pillows under the blanket, opened the car door, and rolled out. I ran as fast as I could, finally perching myself on the stairs when I was far away. I watched my parents little red car roll out of the fairy, onto a Hawaiian island, feeling a little guilty.
And here I am now, sitting in a bathroom stall, hiding from lazy janitors.
I open the stall door. The coast is clear. I rush to the bathroom door and slowly open it, looking to the right, then the left. All clear! I feel like James Bond as I dash across the hall and hide behind the café counter. Right as I see what’s under the counter my eyes widen. Doughnuts! So many of them…all free! Well, not really free, but I can take as many as I want and they’ll never catch me! I cackle wickedly as I take a slimy glazed doughnut and stuff it hungrily into my mouth. I haven’t eaten anything in hours…this is the best thing in the world!
After eating several more doughnuts, I lean against the wall and breathe deeply. This is heaven! I can do anything I want. Well, as long as I don’t get caught.
Suddenly I hear footsteps and I am very alert. On my hands and knees, I slowly crawl out a little and peek past the counter down the hall. The Janitor who I saw earlier is pushing a big gray cart with cleaning equipment towards me. Ah crap, gotta move.
I am glad that I took several martial arts classes when I was a kid. I roll across the floor soundlessly and bound out of there, across the hall so the Janitor, who’s name tag says “Bert”, can not see or hear me. I am now hiding under a table.
“Eww…” I mutter as I notice lots of multi-colored gum stuck to the bottom of the table. I carefully avoid it by staying low.
After looking around the counter to make sure there is nothing there, Bert quickly swipes the counter with a very grubby rag and moves on. I stop holding my breath; that was too close.

Description
The floor of this fairy boat is fairly uncomfortable. I sit here, hiding in a boy’s bathroom stall as I wait for the janitor to finish so I can leave. I have been hiding here for some time now, and my butt is rather sore. The janitor had tried to clean this bathroom, of course, but when he came to open the door, he found it was locked; I guess he was just too lazy to try and open it. I hate lazy people; they won’t do anything that they don’t want to, and they will never get anywhere in life. Like the janitor, for example. Must I explain? I don’t think it’s necessary.
I finally hear the door to the bathroom close and I stand up, brushing myself off. I am a bit wobbly and I find, to my annoyance, that my right leg is asleep and my left foot is completely numb. I stomp on my foot a few times and the feeling comes back, but I stop soon; that was a bad idea. The handle to the door of the bathroom turns and in walks the janitor. Thank god I didn’t come out of the stall. I slap my forehead for being such a dimwit.
“Anyone here?” The janitor asks the bathroom wearily before shrugging and leaving through the creaky door again.
I wipe my forehead. That was too close.
Well, I am assuming you are wondering why a young boy like myself is hiding in a fairy boat bathroom stall. I suppose I will let you know.
My family had been preparing a vacation for us in the couple of months before school ended. I hadn’t wanted to go, but they were forcing me. We were going to go to Hawaii. Yes, my parents were rich. I didn’t want to go, because I hated the heat. We lived up in Vancouver, Canada, where it was pretty cold most of the time.
“You’ll have such a great time in Hawaii, John!” My mother said too many times. “We can go swimming, we will meet so many nice people, we can go shopping together…”
I would usually reply, “Mom, I don’t like swimming. I don’t even like the warm weather. You know I’m cold blooded.” That was what everyone always said about me. ‘That Jonathan is always outside without a coat, he loves the cold so much. It’s like he’s cold blooded!’ “I don’t like meeting new people either, and you know that I hate shopping.” I continued.
“But sweetheart, I’m sure it’ll be a blast!”
“Yeah, son, maybe you can even meet a cute girl!” My dad said, nudging me hard in the side with his elbow. He looked at me through his square glasses.
“Dad!” I said; he looked at me, and I just rolled my eyes.
A few months passed and the trip came closer. I dreaded every new day. The night before the trip came. A very small, dismal plan was beginning to form in my head.
“Pack your bags, Hun.” My mom said. I did.
Morning came all too soon, and before I knew it I was in the car heading toward the fairy. I don’t know why we were taking a fairy to a Hawaii and not a cruise boat; my parents said it was just easier. Whatever.
The fairy ride came and soon it was time to get off. Now it was time for my ingenious plan. I didn’t sleep at all last night; I was awake all night coming up with this. Really, I felt kind of bad doing it. But it was the only way not to go to Hawaii.
I went down to the car and got in, meeting my parents, who were already in the front seats; my dad was in the drivers seat and my mom in shotgun. I yawned.
“Ohh, I’m so tired…I’m going to sleep.” I said, laying down and putting a blanket over me. I got some pillows ready. The loud screeching sound of the ramp for the cars coming down filled the car area. My parents closed their eyes and plugged their ears with their index fingers, messing up their faces. Now was my chance. I quickly stuffed the pillows under the blanket, opened the car door, and rolled out. I ran as fast as I could, finally perching myself on the stairs when I was far away. I watched my parents little red car roll out of the fairy, onto a Hawaiian island, feeling a little guilty.
And here I am now, sitting in a bathroom stall, hiding from lazy janitors.
I open the stall door. The coast is clear. I rush to the bathroom door and slowly open it, looking to the right, then the left. All clear! I feel like James Bond as I dash across the hall and hide behind the café counter. Right as I see what’s under the counter my eyes widen. Doughnuts! So many of them…all free! Well, not really free, but I can take as many as I want and they’ll never catch me! I cackle wickedly as I take a slimy glazed doughnut and stuff it hungrily into my mouth. I haven’t eaten anything in hours…this is the best thing in the world!
After eating several more doughnuts, I lean against the wall and breathe deeply. This is heaven! I can do anything I want. Well, as long as I don’t get caught.
Suddenly I hear footsteps and I am very alert. On my hands and knees, I slowly crawl out a little and peek past the counter down the hall. The Janitor who I saw earlier is pushing a big gray cart with cleaning equipment towards me. Ah crap, gotta move.
I am glad that I took several martial arts classes when I was a kid. I roll across the floor soundlessly and bound out of there, across the hall so the Janitor, who’s name tag says “Bert”, can not see or hear me. I am now hiding under a table.
“Eww…” I mutter as I notice lots of multi-colored gum stuck to the bottom of the table. I carefully avoid it by staying low.
After looking around the counter to make sure there is nothing there, Bert quickly swipes the counter with a very grubby rag and moves on. I stop holding my breath; that was too close.