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“I found a Trapper Keeper,” said Cassie. She held up a puke green binder that said Trapper in white letters. She also had a handful of pocket folders. She also had a box of 96 crayons. “I also found crayons with a pencil sharpener.” She squealed in delight.
I looked at her “Can you imagine any use case for crayons in college?” I just stared at her for a while before she sighed.
She frowned. “I guess not.” She took the crayons out of her cart and put them back on the shelf.
I showed off my stash. I had two separate stacks of six things each: pocket folders and spiral notebooks. In addition I had two packs of jelly pens, a pack of mechanical pencils, and some paper. I thought my current backpack was good enough.
Cassie, had a new Jansport backpack, a ream of paper, some lined paper, spiral notebooks, and of course her Trapper Keeper. She had a big pack of ordinary Bic pens.
“School supplies, check. Now we need some toiletries,” I said.
We moved our cart over to the health and beauty section and Cassie went over to the lipsticks. “Of course I am stocking up on makeup. We got a $100 budget here.” She grabbed a few cheap items. They were about a tenth of what I paid at the department store. I didn’t need makeup, so next we went to the other aisles. I grabbed a new toothbrush as mine was kind of getting gross. I picked up some toothpaste and shampoo and looked around. Cassie was gone.
I walked up and down the aisle and then found her. She grabbed a box of pads and stuck them in her cart. I walked up to her. “Cassie, what are you doing?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. Just getting toiletries.”
I pointed at the pads.
“Yeah, I started my period. What’s the big deal?”
“Cassie, we wear diapers. We don’t need pads.” I waited a few seconds and then the light came on in her eyes.
“Well, I…,” she started to say.
“Cassie, you don’t really need diapers, do you? You are faking this just for the scholarship.”
She clapped one hand over my mouth and then gave a blank look as she stared at me. She held that position for almost a minute and then let go of me. “Nora, let’s go to the bathroom right now.” She grabbed my hand and almost pulled me over.
I pulled away from her and grabbed the pads out of the cart and put them back on the shelf. Veronica entered the aisle and I had put back the pads before she came around the corner.
“What are you doing here?” asked Cassie.
Veronica gave an angry look. “I’m low on Depends,” she hissed. She walked down the aisle to the incontinence section and grabbed a pack and then made a tent of folders and notebooks around it to hide the fact that she was buying diapers.
“Well we are running to the bathroom for a change. Watch our carts,” said Cassie. She pulled me to the bathroom at the back of the store.
We got in and went into a stall. She took down her jeans and showed me the front of her diaper. “I’m really incontinent. See?” She pointed at the yellow patch on her diaper and then frowned when she saw the diaper was also stained with period blood.
So that was what she was doing when she held my mouth in the feminine hygiene aisle. She was wetting and on purpose to prove she was wet.
“I saw you wet on purpose when I called you out as a faker.”
She changed tactics. “Okay. I am faking incontinence. I stopped having daytime accidents about a month after I got out of juvie. I still wet the bed occasionally when I have a dream about juvie.” She shrugged. “So what are you going to do? Before you tell Bets on me, just know that this is the onlyh chance for a science-loving foster kid to go to any college, let alone my dream school of MIT. Please don’t take that away from me.”
“I’m not going to tell,” I said.
“How do I know that?” She had a feral look in her eyes. I think she was about to snap. I imagined Bets finding me dead in this stall.
“I am faking too,” I said. “The IRS took my college fund and this was my only hope. Okay. We are both faking, so you don’t have to hurt me to shut me up.” I pulled down my pants and diaper and sat on the toilet and peed. “See?”
She smiled. “It’s good you are my roommate. I was worried that I couldn’t hide this all semester long without being reported.”
I sighed with relief. “And you are right. Buying pads is a habit.” She looked down at her stained diaper. “Diapers do work as pads.” She pulled a clean diaper from her purse. “I’m going to change now.”
We changed and straightened our clothing and returned to our carts. I was a faker and I was a lot worse than Cassie who had overcome legitimate issues. However, having a co-conspirator really did assuage my guilt.
The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Fourteen.
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