Cindy was being aggressively pulled by hand, very much against her will, into a public bathroom once again. No matter how many times she protested or how old she got, her mother just would not listen. She was 10 now and her mother still insisted on bringing her along regardless of whether or not she needed to go.
"But Mom, I already told you I don't need to go!" Cindy whined.
"Yes dear but I do! And what would happen if I just left you? You'd be kidnapped, or worse!" Rebecca responded immediately with a bit of panic in her voice.
Cindy just lowered her head and let her mother tug her into the ladies room. There was a red headed woman doing her makeup while the rest of the room seemed to be empty. Cindy felt her mother begin to pull her towards a stall but she resisted, prompting her mother to turn back towards her with shock.
"Now Cindy..." She began.
"Mom." She said as seriously as possible. "I'll stand right here. You can see my feet. I'll be fine."
Her mother reluctantly relented before going into the stall to pee. Cindy felt a sigh of relief wash over her, but it was quickly replaced with her frustration. "Why can't she just leave me alone?" She thought to herself. "Why can't she see that I'm old enough?!" She cringed as she could hear her mother release a few farts.
Her thoughts abruptly stopped, however, when she noticed a phone sitting on the bathroom sink. She glanced over, wondering if it belonged to the lady doing make up but Cindy could see that her phone was next to her. Glancing back down, she noticed an odd looking app was opened.
After making sure neither the lady or her mother was looking, she quickly picked up the mysterious phone. The page the strange app was on just had a slider that said something about awareness? Cindy slid it back and forth a few times but it didn't do anything so she shrugged and backed out to the main part of the app.
Weirdly enough, it looked like a digital copy of the cafe she was in! She looked around and eventually found three blobby people standing in the bathroom. She selected one of them and a sentence popped up.
"Cindy is annoyed with her overprotective mother."
Her jaw dropped after reading this. She wondered if it were magic or if someone was spying on her. Then, she wondered if it had something to do with her mom. In the past, her mother had often used babysitters as little more than spies to see what Cindy was doing.
"Yeah... yeah that's probably it." She sighed. "It's probably just from one of Mom's goons. Why can't she just leave me alone?!"
She hit herself again and another sentence popped up.
"A 10 year old white girl ponders what to do."
"Well," She thought annoyed. "if Mom's gonna have people find out what I'm up to, then maybe I'll mess up their stuff!"