September 21, 2026

The School’s Water Fountains Now Dispense Carbonated Tears

The School’s Water Fountains Now Dispense Carbonated Tears

Memorial High’s plumbing system has developed a disturbing new feature – all water fountains now dispense lightly carbonated student tears collected during exams and breakups. The science department confirms the liquid contains trace amounts of cortisol, adrenaline, and Axe body spray. “It’s basically emotional Gatorade,” notes chemistry teacher Dr. Alvarez while adjusting the “Flavor of Failure” settings that make the tears taste like specific disappointments (recent options include “Dad’s Disapproval” and “College Rejection Lettuce”).

The system works via a network of microscopic ducts that collect tear vapor from classrooms and locker rooms. The English wing fountain specializes in poetic melancholy, while the math department dispenser offers tears with 37% more existential dread. Students report the gym fountain’s “Sports Regret” blend actually improves athletic performance, though it leaves a lingering aftertaste of what-could-have-been. The principal insists the program is voluntary, despite all drinking fountains being retrofitted with emotional surveillance cameras.

Controversy erupted when the yearbook staff discovered the tears were being bottled and sold as “Authentic Adolescent Angst” at the school store. The FDA is currently investigating whether the product should be classified as a beverage or mood stabilizer. Meanwhile, the drama club has started harvesting their own premium tears for acting exercises, and the cafeteria now offers “Tear Pairings” with their mystery meat specials.

Annabelle Bransford

Hi, I’m Annabelle Bransford, Memorial High School’s unofficial satirist-in-residence and proud founder of The Daily Detention—a publication so edgy it’s been banned twice and resurrected three times, like a sassy phoenix with a flair for detention slips. I write satire because someone has to hold the line between cafeteria chaos and gym class tyranny. Whether I’m exposing the secret emotional feud between our Algebra teacher and Euclid, or investigating why the pep rally feels like an ancient ritual sacrifice, I try to speak truth to hallway power. Sure, I’ve been called “disruptive,” but mostly by people who wear lanyards unironically. My work has been read by at least two janitors, my entire AP English class, and one substitute teacher who thought it was a cry for help. I consider that range. When I’m not sharpening my wit, I’m dodging group projects, winning banned book club trivia, or mentoring the school's AI Isn’t Funny Club (membership: just me and 17 bots I’ve emotionally manipulated). I’m also a National Merit Semi-Finalist, certified eye-roller at Student Government meetings, and the only girl in school who’s been accused of “weaponizing irony.” My goals? Keep writing, keep laughing, and one day publish a satirical exposé called Yearbook Superlatives and Other Lies. If you want something sugarcoated, try the bake sale. If you want the truth with a punchline, I’m your girl. I've landed a sweet job at Bohiney Magazine, so don't bother me. EMAIL: annabelle@bohiney.com

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