Personal Narrative-Out Of Trouble In High School

Once, in third grade, I did something that I did not want to do so that I could stay out of trouble. It still makes me feel depressed even to this day when I think about it.
That day, my friends had gone to the bathroom and were staying there for a long time. They had asked me to go too, but I knew that they were up to mischief again, so I refused. However, after a long time, they still hadn’t returned. The teacher asked me to go with a classmate to check on them.
One of the sinks was running like the Niagara Falls, and there were random wet toilet paper bombs being thrown from every direction that it looked like a blizzard. Shrieks and squeals filled the bathroom as we stepped inside. My classmate gasped at the same time as my friends.