Close, but no cigar.
I held it for the entire assembly, too shy to leave in front of the whole school, only then to be berated by every pupil & teacher that I tried to barge past in the vain hope of making it to the toilet in time. My efforts were poor and I coughed lumps all over the IT room doorway, coating the corridor that the majority of the school would still need to file along.

The episode worsened when one poor soul slipped and landed in it, covering his freshly washed uniform in my chunky yawn. He floundered and flopped about in my rancid gut custard and was disgusted to the point that he too barked breakfast all down himself.

There was to be no IT class that day; I wasn't a popular boy.
( Moey, Wed 13 Jan 2010, 15:11, 1 reply)

I like..
"rancid gut custard" and "barked breakfast". Good effort.
(Tighthead, Wed 13 Jan 2010, 17:33, closed)