Stall #1: Lock broken. Stall #2: No door. Stall #3: Someone’s already in it, earbuds in, humming “Driver’s License” off-key.

Later, she Sharpies a tiny piece of wisdom inside Stall #3: “Everybody poops. Welcome to Roosevelt.”

Mira’s eyes widen like a cartoon deer. A plan is hatched.

Mira laughs. The laugh wiggles something loose. A gurgle. Then—release. A timid trumpet, followed by the full jazz band. Tears of relief sprint down her face. She has never heard anything so beautiful.

Mira aborts mission and heads to class, cheeks clenched like a vice.

Lexi: “Dude, you need the Secret Bathroom.” Javi: “Third floor, behind the janitor’s closet. Legend says one perfect stall exists—door locks, fan works, smells like eucalyptus because the vape kids hotbox it at 7:05 a.m.”

––––––––––––––––––– 7. The Epilogue ––––––––––––––––––– Months later, on Roosevelt’s graduation day, the principal announces a new award: “The Eucalyptus Medal—for students who help others feel at home.” The first recipient? Mira Patel, who laughs so hard she snorts.