Finding a bathroom couldn’t be too hard.

I tiptoed over to our door, found the doorknob, and then slowly crept out in the hallway. It was dead silent; no one was awake.

The bathrooms were down the hallway, the fourth door on the right. This was what they told me anyways. Running my hand against the side of the wall, I soon reached the end of the hall, and turned around to start counting the doors on my way back.

One… two… three… my hand stopped on the fourth, and I felt a plastic sign attached to it. It was easy to feel the thick indentations of the letters.

Sure enough, this was the girl’s restroom.

People were always going to underestimate everything I could do, everything I was able to figure out. Sure, it would take me longer, but I as capable of doing things.

While I walked down the hallway to get back to the room, someone shouted out to me, “What are you doing?â€?

They didn’t really shout, but the suddenness of the sound made me think it was much louder than it actually was.