"Now monetary policies are used by the government to achieve inflation, consumption, growth and liquidity. They're not the same as fiscal policies which adjust spending levels to monitor a nation's economy."
Lizzie raised her hand.
The teacher pointed at her. "Ah, yes, Lizzie?"
Lizzie put her hand down. "Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Oh. Is it an emergency?"
"If it's an emergency, wouldn't I have to go to the nurse?"
"I meant is it urgent?"
"Urgent? Ooh, yes. Very urgent. I gots to blow it up."
"I didn't need the detail. Just take the pass and go."
Lizzie pushed her seat back and stood up. "Thank you with a cherry on top." Lizzie sprinted pass the front row of desks and swiped the hall pass from the teacher's desk. She head out the open door and made her way down the empty hallway. Her casual walk became a hasty sprint until she made it to the nearest lavatory. She zipped right in and occupied an empty stall. She sat on the toilet, fully clothed, and took her cell phone out of her black miniskirt. She began texting Andrea while she was in English class.
LIZZIE: Hey, I left EPI. R u there?
ANDREA: Si. Que pasa?
LIZZIE: Wut?
ANDREA: What's up?
LIZZIE: Oh. I ordered the decorations for Maddie's party.
ANDREA: Did u send them to ur house?
LIZZIE: Yes.
ANDREA: For the right date?
LIZZIE: Yes!
ANDREA: Wut kind did u get?
LIZZIE: The 1s she likes. The pink & glittery 1s.
ANDREA: Maddie does luv herself sum glitter.
LIZZIE: EEEEE!!!! I'm getting so ekcited! She is going 2 freak! On her B-Day of course.
ANDREA: Exactly. Thx 4 informing me!
LIZZIE: No prob, senyureeta.
ANDREA: U spelled it wrong.
LIZZIE: But u know what I mean.
Lizzie turned off her phone and began to put it back into her skirt. As she did so, she heard footsteps entering the bathroom.
"Did you see Mrs. Donor's underwear sticking out of her skirt?" asked a deep voice.
"Yeah, I saw," a deeper voice said.
Lizzie paused with wide eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She bent over to take a peek under the stall door. She could see two pairs of feet, both covered in dirty sneakers.
"She wears, like, boxers."
"I took a picture of it."
"Dude, nice!"
Lizzie frantically took her phone into her hands and began to text message Andrea again.
LIZZIE: Maday! Maday!
ANDREA: Wut is maday?
LIZZIE: I'm in the boys bathroom.
ANDREA: Wut?
LIZZIE: No time 4 questions. Just get me out!
ANDREA: Alrite. Just wait.
Lizzie turned off her phone and held it close to her. She moved her eyes back and forth anxiously. She didn't want to make any noise; she would be caught dead if those guys heard her. But she felt like dying, having to hear every word and action that the two boys produced. Six minutes had to pass before the boys left. Lizzie was so nervous that she started shaking her leg. The heel of her knee-high, black, leather boot was tapping audibly on the blue tiled floor. When she noticed that she was making noise, she stopped. She heard silence from the boys so she put her legs up and formed them into a pretzel.
"Is somebody in here?" the regular deep voice asked.
"You're being paranoid, bro," the deeper voice said.
Suddenly, there was a noise in the bathroom. Smash! The noise startled the two boys and they ran out like a bunch of scared dogs. Lizzie sat still, unsure of what happened.
"Lizzie?" Andrea's voice called. She was obviously inside the bathroom.
"Uh, no Lizzie here," Lizzie uttered in a "manly" voice. She didn't know it was Andrea. "I'm a dude. Just blowing it up!"
Andrea knocked on Lizzie's stall. "It's me, Lizzie. Geez."
Lizzie stood up and opened the door. "Ooh, I'm sorry," she said with a little giggle, leaving the stall. "What was that noise?"
"Oh, I threw a mirror into the bathroom. After I did that, I fled and waited for the boys to get out."
"You can't break a mirror. That's bad luck!"
"Lizzie, I have bad luck every day. What difference will it make?"
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