Sandy stood at the entrance of Cyrus's room, her frame leaning on the opened door as she taped her foot restlessly against the hardwood floor. She turned her left wrist, glancing at her watch. 9:00 a.m. Her heart dropped.
"Cyrus, if you don't come out now, I'm coming in!" she called toward the bathroom door.
As of ten minutes ago, they had been standing outside, about to call a cab, when Cyrus had tugged her arm and whispered urgently that he needed to go number two.
Panic flashed in his eyes, and scared he might actually soil himself before they made it to school, she had rushed him back inside. Now, over thirty minutes later, she had been sitting in his room waiting,and he still wasn't done.
Still no response.
Sandy sighed slightly annoyed and rose to her feet, moving toward the bathroom door. But just then, her gaze dropped to Cyrus's small figure emerging from the bathroom,with both hands struggling to keep his pants from sliding down.
