for him [bxb] ✔️

1 // hallways

The peeling blue paint on those walls were always a source of complaint, the once well lacquered coat forgotten as each generation brought more wear and tear to those hallways. Behind one of those walls was the busy office in which the woman herself sat contempt as the intercom that was just a little too loud, would release an audible scratch before the voice of that principal could be heard throughout the three story building.

The desks, old enough to be the source of splinters, were always out of line and the dusty green chalkboards would screech when any object be put against it. The sounds of those beaten chairs could always be heard being pulled out and pushed in as each constructed teenager moved in and out of their temporary position.

Each day when you walked through the two metal doors, rusty with wear from the constant movement of students passing through, you could hear the sounds of chatter from each clique of kids discussing their weekend plans and if not, the janitor was always present trying to clean away the food and blood stains long since forgotten by the rest of the student body.

Within these halls rested the dozens of lined college ruled paper airplanes that were folded into the intricate shapes of flying aircraft and launched from both girls and boys to their respective crush or lesser being, also called the victim of bullying.

Within these halls, upon the worn green lockers were the marks and scratches from fights between feuding enemies that were later resolved when one had decided upon themselves that the tension simply wasn't worth the effort.

The scuff upon those linoleum floors made from both well worn sneakers and the indentation of higher than high heels seemed to match well with the light fixtures that hung from the ceiling, dim from the lack of replacement and from the amount of spitballs shot to the rafters.

It is here that my story took place.