A silent, hot fart seeped out. It lasted a good lengthy 5 seconds, and reeked of the same rotten curry smell. She nearly sighed in releif that it had felt so good, but she knew that the two girls would soon notice the stench, and she would be found. Meanwhile, the thick stench of curry filled the air of the stall. She peeked under the stall door and saw that one girl was washing her hands and the ither was sitting in the stall 2 away. Sara held her breath and hoped she was far enough away that the rancid smell wouldn't drift in their direction, but judging by hold long it lingered and how strong it was, it would reach them any second. The girl in the stall soon commented,"Eww, there is that nasty curry smell again. Is that you that keeps farting Racheal?" "No. I don't know who is doing it, but I'm pretty sure the bathroom is empty except for us." "Yeah, you're right. Maybe something died in the vents." They both chuckled. The girl at the sink, Racheal, dried her hands and left. The gasses in Sara's tummy were building up again, and she could tell, this one would be a monster. She heard the toilet flush, followed by footsteps heading towards the sink. The thick, rotten gas in Sara's gut started to hurt, but she couldn't fart again or she would check the stalls. She heard to pumps of the soap container and knew she would have to hold it in for about thirty mire seconds. The girl continued washing her hands, humming the tune to a popular new song. A deep rumble went through Sara, followed shortly by a short "Brapt" and a sharp smell of her curry farts, but not enough for the girl to notice. She squirmed slighly and another short "Braapptt" slipped out, and once again, the stall filled with her nasty fart fumes. She heard the water stop as her tummy rumbled again. Sara thought the other girl heard it, but to her joy, she hadn't. Racheal walked in again. "Hey Sophie, hurry up!", she shouted in. Sophie, who had just finished washing her hands replied,"Alright. Hold on." Sara heard the door shut, accompanied by the soft crinkle of paper towels. The gas in her was building up again, and would have to go soon. A sharp pain in her lower abdomen signaled that she didn't have much of a choice. She winced in pain and...
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