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We decided to stop at McDonalds on the way home. Bets decided. I would have preferred anywhere else, but anywhere with a bathroom would be good. I wanted to change and I couldn’t stand it after sitting in a wet diaper for three hours. We finally pulled in and I grabbed my diaper bag got out of the van and headed inside.
“Wait up,” said Casey. She ran after me and matched my speed when she caught up.
“Okay, let’s go.” I headed toward the lady’s room and Cassie followed me. We got stalls next to each other and I started to change. I got the old diaper off and carefully wrapped it up so it wouldn’t drip on my shorts.
“Eww. Yuck,” I heard from the other stall.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing. I’m just changing.”
I just ignored her and finished changing and getting dressed. I then picked up the dirty diaper and dropped it in the trash. When I looked in the mirror, I was a mess. My hair was everywhere and I felt sweaty. I just smoothed my hair the best I could and waited for Cassie.
She came out of the stall and didn’t look happy. She stuffed the diaper in the trash and washed her hands. “Let’s skip the milkshakes today.”
I blushed but then we walked out and ordered our food. Cassie and I just shared a twenty piece McNugget meal. I was in no mood to have a messy problem that couldn’t be taken care of until after I was able to move into my dorm room. That would have sucked. We sat over in the corner away from the other girls. Darlene and Veronica, and Melody and Bella had each taken separate tables away from each other. Being together in the van and all weekend had been a bit much.
“I can’t wait to go to Walmart,” said Cassie. “I am going to love this. I am going to buy the good folders. I think I might actually buy a Trapper Keeper.”
“Really? They still make those?” I wondered why she would want one. I couldn’t imagine a use for one in college. “I’m just getting plenty of copy paper and a spiral notebook for each class. And gel pens. I don’t know if I will be doing that either because we are going to have laptops and I’m probably going to take notes in Word, not on paper. We are engineering students, not English majors.” I winced slightly when I said that. I still wanted to write my romance novel.
“Well, they were too expensive for a foster kid, so I never got one.” she said. “I had an old binder that said JamesSoft Human Resource Department on it. All my classmates had Trapper Keepers. If we needed crayons I would get a 64 pack with a sharpener instead of just eight crayons.”
“I think I had a 96 pack of crayons,” I said.
“Because you were rich and privileged,” she said. “Every time I colored it looked like they had Simpson skin.”
“Anyway,” I said, “you probably don’t want to carry more than you need for class each day. MIT is bigger than the campus at highschool. You won’t have a locker.”
She sighed. “I guess that is true.” She pulled the tray closer to her and and grabbed a hand full of fries. “McDonald’s usually means something in my life is changing in a major way.”
I smiled and almost laughed. I am glad I didn’t because she said something personal and it would have been mean to laugh.
“Yeah, my social worker took me to McDonald’s before dropping me off with a new family. It was nice arriving somewhere after having eaten because I usually wouldn’t be fed until the next meal.”
I walked to the other side of the table and squeezed next to her so I could give her a hug. “Cassie, I’m sorry. That makes me so sad.”
She hugged me back. “Well, I am a college girl now.” She smiled.
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We were back on the road for another few hours before we finally arrived back at MIT. The parking lot was full now. However, the few of us who drove had spots up front and there was a spot reserved for the van. Bets parked and then turned back to us.
“Okay we are here. Go check into your dorms and then you are all set. I will meet you back here for supper and then I will make sure you can get your shopping done, then you are all set.”
“What about the roommate assignments,” asked Veronica.
“I e-mailed those in while we were connected to the McDonald’s wi-fi,” she said.
“What time do we meet you?” asked Bella.
“Five o’clock,” said Bets.
We all unloaded our gear from the van and entered the dorm building for the first time. I have to say, I was nervous. What if our rooms weren’t as private as we thought? What if this scholarship was a known thing and our diapers weren’t exactly a secret? I shuddered at the thought, but then realized we wouldn’t have been warned about keeping quiet if it were known.
Inside was a desk with the sign, “Resident Assistant” at the front. A poster said, “New students, sign in here.” A college girl sat at the desk behind a laptop. “Name?” she asked.
Darlene and Veronica were at the front so they stood at the desk first. “I am Darlene Keene and this is my roommate Veronica English. Do you have our room ready?” she asked with a polite, but nervous tremor.
The RA typed. “I got you in 401A. It’s on the end, so it’s a double. You two are lucky. There are only four doubles per floor and one of them is the RA’s room.”
“What’s that mean?” asked Veronica.
“You don’t have to share a bathroom with anyone except for your roommate.”
I started to feel worried. We were supposed to be protected from the other girls in the dorms from finding out our situation.
“I’m Nora Stevens and this is my roommate Cassie…Cassie, what is your last name?”
“It’s just Cassie,” she said.
“You got to have a family name,” said the RA.
“I have to have a family to have a family name. I don’t.”
“Cassie, stop being difficult,” I said. “Tell her your last name.”
“Fine,” she said. “It’s Nova.”
“I got a Cassie Nova here,” said the RA. She snickered. “You two are in 308A. That’s on my floor. I am at 328A if you need me. And no sneaking in the dates after hours, Miss Cassie Nova.”
“Is it a double?” I asked. I did not want to share the bathroom with anyone.
“Not likely,” said the RA.
I looked at Bella and Melody standing behind us. Melody hefted her teddy bear and frowned.
“Do you know who our quad mates are then?”
She looked down at her sheet. “Some girls named Melody and Bella.”
“That’s us,” said Melody.
“That works,” I said. I took my key from her and Cassie did the same. We both headed to the elevator.
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The dorm room was tiny. It was a quarter of the size of my own bedroom at home and I had to share it. There were two tiny twin beds, two nightstands, two decent-sized desks, and that was it. Along one wall were two doors that led to closets and a third door to the bathroom.
I threw my stuff on one of the beds and Cassie claimed the other. “Whew, I thought we’d be sharing the bathroom with strangers,” I said.
“Yeah, not fun.” She lowered her voice. “Juvie was bad. We had common bathrooms and everyone knew. The other girls would steal my pants when I was showering and I had to walk back to the room with just my diaper and shirt. I can share with Melody and Bella.”
I took the box of clothes from my bed and dumped it out. I had another box of hangers and I started to hang my clothes. I stuck them all in my closet.
Cassie watched me and frowned. “Did you bring all your clothes?” She opened her suitcase and I could see that she maybe had twelve outfits.
“No, I just brought my warm weather stuff. I’ll bring my winter stuff when I go home for break.” She gave a look of shock at me and then I could tell how different we were.
“Oh, that is all you have,” I said. We looked about the same size. I knew what I needed to do, but I didn’t really know if I wanted to share my wardrobe with an incontinent girl. I sighed. “You can wear any of my stuff.”
“Thanks,” she said. She looked at my unused hangers and gave a pleading look. “There is not much drawer space in here.” She opened the drawers in the bottom of the closet. She dumped socks and bras in the drawer, shorts in the middle one, and shoved her diapers in the bottom drawer.
I gave her enough hangers to hang her stuff and we were pretty much settled. I still had one more box and I opened it. It had my desk stuff. I had a little clay cup I made in pottery class which I used as a pencil cup. I had painted flowers on it and it was girly and whimsical. The other thing I had was a Dr Who TARDIS USB hub that somehow stayed in my possession without being seized with the rest of my computer stuff. I also had a little bound book with my Internet passwords. By some miracle I had left it at Kara’s house the night of the raid, so I still had it. The last thing I took out was my coffee mug. It had an open book on it and the caption read, “Hopeless Romantic.”
Cassie’s desk was mostly empty. I saw she pulled out a plaque that read “First Prize – North Senior High Science Fair” on it.
“Wow, you were in a science fair?” I asked.
She nodded. “I got lucky. The judges graded the entries before Ailina Mathiue sneaked into the gym and smashed my exhibit.” She frowned. “I took a Raspberry Pi computer and hooked it to motors. It was supposed to move a telescope to point at any object in the night sky. I used an astronomy program, but I controlled the motors with Python script I wrote myself.”
“That sounds really cool,” I said. I had no idea what she was talking about. “I’m sorry someone ruined your exhibit.”
She sighed. “Well I beat Ailina with her majorette baton. After I was through with her, she couldn’t twirl a baton for the rest of high school.” She smiled. “And she looked like a raccoon with her two black eyes.”
“That’s terrible,” I said. Would she take her wrath out on me?
“I thought I was a bad ass back then,” she said. “I never would have beaten her up if I knew I would get kicked out of school and sent to live with some real mean girls.” She shrugged. “I am in college now, so I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“It’s nice that they still gave you the plaque,” I said.
A tear ran down her cheek. “Felix brought it to me when I got out of juvie. That was when he gave me the news that he and Elisa wouldn’t take me back.” Her talking turned into a sob and she turned and ran into the bathroom.
“Wait,” I said, but she had slammed the door and locked it.
I sat on my bed and opened my book bag. I sighed and then emptied the twelve novels I had out on the bed. I then stacked them on the shelf above the desk. I took the one I was reading and laid down and began to read.
About twenty minutes later, I heard a knock at the door followed by frantic pounding. I got up and looked around and made sure no diapers were visible in the room and then opened the door.
It was Bella and Melody. Melody had her hand held tightly onto the back of her pants. “Hurry and let us in. Our bathroom is locked from our side and Melody is about to crap her diaper,” said Bella.
I let them in and then knocked on the door to the bathroom. “Cassie, come out. Melody needs the bathroom.”
“Go away,” she yelled.
Melody was bent over and she was breathing hard. “Please, no. I can’t do this at college. I haven’t done this since I was a little kid.”
I thought of my incident at camp and blushed. I didn’t wish that on anyone. I took out the bobby pins from my hair and bent one into a torsion wrench and the other, I straighten except for a little hook on the end. I stuck both pins in the lock and wiggled them a bit until the doorknob turned.
Cassie had her head in the sink. Her eyes were red and splotchy when she looked at me. “How’d you get the door unlocked?” she asked.
“Melody is pooping her pants,” I said.
Melody rushed past me and pulled down her pants and diaper in one motion and sat on the toilet without waiting for Cassie to leave. She was not quiet as she pooped.
Bella was not happy. “We were trying to get in for over ten minutes. How can you be so inconsiderate? You should be required to poop your pants so you know what she almost went through.”
“You don’t know what I was going through,” said Cassie. She still rubbed at her eyes.
I lowered my voice. “I accidentally squirted perfume in her eyes. It’s my fault.” I looked toward the open bathroom door. “We are sorry, Melody.”
“It’s okay. I made it all right,” she said. “Bella, can you go into our room and get me a dry diaper. I tore a tape getting them down and I will leak if I use this same one.”
Bella went through the bathroom and came back with a diaper. I watched as Melody tried to change herself. She did a pretty good job fr not having done it before this week.
Cassie pulled me aside. “Thanks for covering for me about crying. I am supposed to be tough, not a crybaby.”
I nodded. “No problem.”
She grabbed my forearm. “And you got to show me how you got that bathroom door open.”
“What? A bad girl like you can’t pick a lock with a bobby pin?”
She smiled. “No, but that’s why I like you.” Melody ad Bella returned to their room and Cassie and I just talked until it was time to go to Walmart.
The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Thirteen.
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