Teacher Needs The Potty

Several seconds passed as Anne held her breath, watching her teacher stand in place, expression rapidly changing to ones that looked hard for the redhead to read.

"Umm... Miranda?" Anne stepped forward cautiously, raising a hand to put on her shoulder, "You oka-"

"AH!"

The adult snapped back to attention, face screwing itself up into a look for intense concentration. Biting her lip, Miranda reached out and grabbed the hand Anne had extended, holding it tightly in her own.

"Miranda?" Now genuinely concerned Anne squeezed her hand back as the teacher did the same, "Are you alright?"

Still biting her lip and starting to do a funny dance with her legs, Miranda shook her head, "I gotsa use th' potty!"

"....." Anne stared, utterly bewildered before asking in a plain voice, ".... Really?"

"Mm-hm!" Miranda's desperate dance pace quickened and she nodded her head feverishly, "I n-needya to take me!"