Quickly, I folded the cloth diaper on my naked body. The only problem was, I needed a pin. So I rummaged through the box until I found two of them and pinned the diaper together.
Before I ran out of time, I hid underneath an old curtain. If I was caught, I wouldn't be completely naked.
The footsteps got louder until they sounded too close. I could make out some silhouette of someone looking around, then climbing down the ladder.
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I was safe for now.
Worried about the person in my house, I refused to go downstairs. It could be my parents or brother, either of them would humiliate me at my current state.
I looked around the attic, hoping to find something to pass the time. As if on cue, I found a jack in the box. I knew the game was for extremely little kids, but I had nothing else. I turned the crank, making the little tune everyone knew. But the one thing I didn't know at the time was the surprise.
The jack sprung out, practically giving me a heart attack. I calmed myself down and threw the toy away. Back to step one: bored.
I sat there for about 5 more minutes until my stomach was giving me extream pain. I knew was coming but I didn't want it to happen. It came out on its own, filling the diaper. The feeling of poop touching my skin didn't feel nice. I looked around and I was unable to find another diaper.
I thought it out, and whoever is downstairs could get me changed out of the diaper, or they possibly left and I could clean myself.