Hurry up please its time

Vandal

June thought for a minute as she stood at the decrepit sink.  The turquoise laminate was scratched through in some places and where it had completely chipped were smeared white bubbles.  Two of the sinks were slowly leaking water.  The place smelled vaguely of cigarettes and the wet brown paper towels that could be found in similar restrooms all across America. 

June liked the feeling that in a thousand or so empty high school bathrooms all across the country, there were similar girls staring in the mirror with a Sharpie in their hand.  June imagined the others debating with themselves.  Maybe some were even in some larger moral dilemma.  But not June, she turned to the large gray stall and bit her lip as she wrote in small, round letters:

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.” – Oscar Wilde