Familiar Concepts

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕠𝕪𝕔𝕖 𝔹𝕪𝕖𝕣𝕤

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ 

(Final Part)

The bell blared, and the kids shot out of their seats, eager to get out of school. The middle schoolers flocked into the halls, talking amongst themselves. Mrs. Gursky called after the students but gave up mid sentence. James and Scott threw their bags over their shoulders and walked out in silence. 

Scott looked up to his stockier friend before focusing in front of him once more. 

"Sooo. . .do you think it came?" Scott asked, pushing threw the much taller students in the bustling hallways. Noticing, James, placed a firm hand on his friends shoulder, guiding him to walk ahead. He shrugged as he continued to push his friend forward, a small sigh escaping his lips. 

"I'm not really into all of that AV club stuff. That's more a you, Murray, and. . . Joyce thing" He stated, stopping at a set of lockers. 

"But it could be a you thing too. . . You just have to open up your pallet to new concepts." Scott punched his shoulder lightly. James shook his head with a small smirk. 

"Hey kiddo's," Mr. Henderson called, pacing up to the two boys "you coming to AV? I heard. . .a rumor. . .That something came." His eyes darted from left to right before he winked at Scott, the boy's eyes lighting up. Mr. Henderson scruffed his hair as he started to the room, the two boys falling behind. 

Unlocking the door, the teacher turned on the lights revealing a blanket covering a rectangular box. Scott dropped his bag at the door and glided over to the cover, flipping it without hesitation. He gasped in awe at the brand-new Ham radio sitting on the cluttered desk. 

" The Heathkit ham shack. Ain't she a beaut?" Mr. Henderson smiled, joining the boy. 

"I bet you can talk to New York on this thing -" 

Mr. Henderson shook his head, motioning his hands from closer to farther apart. 

"California-?" James piped up.

Mr. Henderson's hands stretched further. The boys fell into thought when suddenly the door opened revealing Murray and the principal, a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry to interrupt. . .but I need to borrow James and Scott. Do you want them back afterwards?" The soft spoken voice of their principal asked.

Mr. Henderson stuttered before shaking his head. "We'll schedule something for tomorrow or another day boys" He grabbed his bag and directed the boys out of the room.  Scott and James looked to Murray who shrugged as they approached the principal's office. The shadows of taller men blocking the light.

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"So you were racing" Chief Wheeler stated jotting down notes on his notepad. The boys sat awkwardly cramped next to each other on a couch. 

"Well I challenged her to race but she chickened out and stayed behind me. I never stopped to check because it was too foggy." Scott explained.

"She takes Mirkwood home" James stated, fiddling with his fingers. Chief Wheeler, stopped writing as he stared at the boys with an annoyed expression. 

"Mirkwood? The hell is a Mirkwood"

"From "Lord of the Rings"" Murray stated.

"The hobbit" Scott interjected . to which Murray pushed his arm lightly.

"Okay you two, shut up. You," he pointed to James, " Where is this Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood. It's a real road. It's just the name that's made-up, I don't know what it's name is but it's around where Cornwallis and Kerley meet."