Primary School.
For some reason I didn't like/wanted to do business in the school's toilet. If I was gonna do it, it has to be at home. Not school.
So one day, I had this bad stomach ache. I kept it in for most of the day. But during Science class, I just couldn't hold it in any longer and started to poop in my pants.
I didn't know what to do. There was just no way I was gonna do it in school. And even if I did, I had already pooped in my pants. There's no coming back from this. I decided that it was time for me to go. Home.
I asked my teacher if I could go to the toilet. He let me. (We were in the lab. Our bags and stuff were in our normal classroom.) So I ran to the classroom, got my school bag, and ran down to the first floor. "No one spotted me. Great!" I thought. But not for long.
Out of nowhere, came a cleaner. It was a man. He asked me what I was doing. I froze. I said, ".......Going home?" And he was like "Okay." and let me go. Not much of a boss fight. =\
And so I left school. Home was just a few blocks away. And no one spotted me on the way there too. People were on the opposite side of the street. Faaar away from me.
It was really really bad. So I pooped in my pants the whole journey. From Science class, back home.
I reached home a few minutes later and had the most satisfying poop ever.
The End.
No. Not really. I called my parents to let them know what happened.
My teacher, who noticed me being gone for a long time, searched the whole school for me with my principle. He couldn't find me and later called my parents. My parents told him the whole story.
The next day, back in school, word got around that I pooped my pants.
And that my friends, was the most embarrassing week of my life.