8 Sheer Struggle

As Stella was thinking of what excuse she can use to escape from any suspicion her stomach started to rumble. "Hmm strange! Am I so nervous that my stomach is rumbling!" she thought to herself. "Huh! Curiosity my foot! Do you think everyone is gullible idiot like you that you can feed your make up stories to" Amy was so red as she spoke this, as for why, was it the itching or anger who knows, may be both. Stella's stomach was starting to hurt, she unconsciously clutched her stomach with her left hand and rubbed with her right hand. "Why am I having a stomachache now of all time! Is it because I am nervous! But why am I nervous? Do I feel inferior to Amy! No it can't be" Stella's mind was elsewhere thinking of all these stuff. "Miss! Miss!Miss!" after the manger's yell her mind returned but by then there was something else returned, an urge. She experienced pressure in her stomach, there was no doubt, she had to go to the toilet and urgently too. Clutching her stomach Stella said "Can we do this another time, I am not feeling well right now" The manager nodded but Amy stepped forward saying "Oh now that your deed is exposed, you are using excuses of a kindergartner's to get way from this. You are not going anywhere missy until you admit your wrongdoings and grovel on ground before us apologising" Stella was becoming desperate as each second passed. She was sure she couldn't hold much longer as she was near her limit. Sweat beats formed on her forehead rolling down through her cheeks, she desperately said "I am not making excuse. My stomach is hurting, I have to go to toilet now"