Just then the brunette’s eyes widened.  ‘Uh Oh…Nervous Kasey = Nervous Gas’ She thought, trying with all her might to stay quiet.  By now Paula had ceased her attempts to see her daughter and instead sat silently next to her.  The brunette’s stomach churned in anxiety.

 

Kasey struggled as she grimaced.  It was too late.  Before she knew it she squeaked a fart which was followed by a heavier one that shook the mattress slightly.  Kasey began to giggle uncontrollably.

 

“Spencer!  Dear Lord!  Did you just-”  Paula was cut off by another expulsion of air that sent Kasey reeling.  She hopped up and scurried to the door in disgust.  Her daughter never passed gas like that unless she was in the washroom or another room altogether.

 

This only made Kasey giggle even more.  The tiny frame beneath the covers shook violently; the brunette couldn’t control herself.  “Scuse me.”  She whispered in a low girly voice trying to match that of Spencer’s.

 

Kasey clutched her sides in pain as her broken ribs vibrated in agony.  She couldn’t help but laugh at her situation.  She snorted and grunted as Paula huffed out of the room and slammed the door behind her, her shirt was pulled up over her nose in disgust.  “Good Lord Spencer!”  She yelled from the hallway, halfway down the stairs.

 

Kasey emerged from beneath the comforter and plopped onto the floor laughing hysterically.  Just then her cell phone vibrated in her pocket.  Her ribs were extremely sore.  This type of tension in her side made things worse, however she still couldn’t keep from laughing.

 

“Hello?”  Her eyes were red with tears as she finally answered.

 

“Kasey?  What’s wrong?”  Aiden asked.

 

“Oh man, the greatest thing just happened!”  She replied, laughing again in the background.  The smell finally caught up with her.  She scurried to the window and opened it, letting the cool air in and the polluted air out.

 

“What’s going on?”  He asked again.

 

“Paula almost caught me.”  Kasey then took a deep breath of fresh air.  ‘Man oh man do you stink.  Just plain rotten.’  She thought to herself, thankful no one else was around to witness such an act.