Ralph was glad to see her finally get into bed, and he turned the television on down low so she could sleep, and he could finally relax in the way he wanted to. She was a real handful on this day. He hoped she wouldn't be like that the rest of his stay there.

Sarah had forgotten one thing getting ready for bed; she forgot to use the toilet. Waking up in a wet bed wasn't fun. She hid the sheets in her closet and covered up the bed with a blanket, hoping she could sneak a load of laundry later, then grabbed some clothes and went downstairs.

Ralph walked down shortly after Sara was up and poured her out some cereal.
"Have a healthy breakfast to start the day," he called to her.
He had a list of things to do from Sara's mom.
Take out the trash, clean the kitchen, water the flowers, strip Sara's bad for wash, put clean clothes for her in the closet, and other tasks to do that morning, but he'd do that after she went to school.

(Why would washing the sheets be on that list?)
Sarah finished her breakfast quickly, grabbing her school books, and thinking to herself how most cereal is actually terrible for you as she walked outside to wait for the bus.

(Because her mom knows seh wets the bed and wants to make sure her bed is clean each night for her to get some good sleep. She's still young enough she might not be expected to wash her own sheets.)

Ralph waved her out the door and then went into his room, straightened the room and made his bed, then he went and looked into the parents' neat room to make sure it had not been disturbed and finally arrived at Sarah's room. Then he started to pull her somewhat hastely thrown blanket off of her bed to get the sheets to wash when he saw a huge yellow-tinted stain on the bed. He shook his head and chose to ignore it for now, but maybe he should suggest diapers to her at night.

Then after preparing that, he looked for the clothes she had worn the day before and opened her closet to find them finding her hidden wet pajamas. He shook his head.

'It looks like she's hiding her clothes from her parents. I wonder if she does this all the time....'

He put her wash in the laundry and then showered before going out to the store. He would just pick her up some diapers and ask her to wear them that night, and if she argued, then she'd be punished because she obviously wets the bed.

At school, Bridget was in the multipurpose room waiting for her so they could talk.

(Who is Bridget? Teacher, friend, principal? Sorry, but I can't respond with just a name to go off of.)

(Sorry, thought it would be obvious by context)
Bridget is her friend.

(No problem, I'm not the best subtelty guy. Also: I called her Madison instead of Bridget on purpose.)
"Hey there, Madison," Sarah said, hopping up on the table and sitting on it, as opposed to her chair. "How are things going? Still need help with boys, or did you finally ask Steven out to the haloween party?" She asked, dropping her bag on the ground.

Madison sighed.
"Well, Steven is... um... busy that night," she looked down at the ground. "At least, I think he is. He is on the team, you know, and well, I'm sure he wants to practice rather than go to some school sponsored dance."

Madison had yellow-blond hair, blue crystal shiny eyes, a black t-shirt with her favorite rock band on it, and a skirt that was nearly too short and one wrong move might reveal her panties, though she was good at moving just right so that it didn't flash anyone at all. Despite her attire, she really wasn't as popular or good at talk to people as her outfit would suggest.

Madison stood up and looked up at the clock.
"Shouldn't the boys be the ones to ask, anyway? I mean, I know it's old fashion, but I think it shows good manners when we follow tradition on somethings."

She had a slight smirk on her face. It didn't matter if she believed in what she had just said, it definitely made it easier on her to just be the one that agrees to going out rather than having to ask. Besides, if it was traditional, if her beau wanted to do something else, he would also pay for it.

(Uh, I meant I called her the wrong name on purpose. I was trying to set up a 'Bridget of Madison County' pun.)
"Oh, come on, nobody cares about tradition," Sarah said, rolling her eyes. "Come on, you'll never going to land a fish boy if you never cast your line of delicious sexy bait into the stream of football jocks. Okay, weird metaphor, but you get the point." She shrugged. "If you don't ask him out, you know I will for you instead," she commented, with a sly grin.
Shrugging, she asked, "What time is it? I'd rather not be late today."