During that Saturday morning, my Dad tells me that he will be late one hour picking me up after class. He tells me that I must stay behind and study for the math test with the spare time I have and that he trusts that I will do as he says. I respond to him, saying that I will. He also asks me to show him evidence of me doing additional studying. When I arrive there, I take out my binder and begin reviewing for the test. The tutor comes by often, asking if I understand the questions or not. I always reply back, saying yes, just to get the tutor away from me. When class is over, I see one of my friends, who is in a different tutoring class. His mother is always late when picking him up, so I decide to have some fun around the school. We quickly run to the bathroom and begin to start dunking toilet paper in the toilet bowls. I remember mine has unflushed urine in it, but I keep dunking my hands and the paper in it. We begin to throw the moist balls of paper at each other, which hit our faces and the mirrors. Then I grab some toilet paper and start to stuff it down the urinals. I begin to pull the flush handle while my friend begins to throw toilet paper at the walls and ceilings. The urinal begins to overflow with water and spills floor as I continuously pull the handle. My friend and I keep on giggling as we watch the water rises towards our ankles. He dunks the toilet paper on the floor this time and throws it at me. It hits my mouth, because I was laughing at the fact the water was soak the bottom part of our pants. I begin to cough it out and pull the remnants out of my mouth. We decide to leave at this point, because we are loud and the teachers could get suspicious. My friend opens the door and some of the water spills out into the hallway. He quickly shuts the door after I get out, trapping the stream that was flowing out. We decide to walk around the school.
