You need to get to a toilet before you do any more damage and then change your pants.
"Can we stop somewhere." You ask.
"Why Honey?" You mother asks.
"I had an accident." You feel so immature saying it.
"What?" Your father says. "You wet yourself?"
"I didn't mean to." The last thing you need now is your father telling you off.
"I can't believe this." He continues. "You're on your way to high-school and you're wetting your pants."
This makes you start crying and that makes you completely lose control of your bladder. It empties into your pants onto the seat.
Your father pulls over. "Look at that, he's not ready for high-school. He's not even potty trained."
Your mother gets out and helps you up out of the soggy seat.
You are still crying when she helps you out of your wet pants and dries you off with a towel. She wraps another towel around your waist and holds you until you stop crying.
"What are we going to do with him now?" You father asks.
"I think we should just take him home." Your mother says. "Boarding school was a bad idea."
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