Their Paradox #Wattys2017

2. "Hogwarts or Narnia?"

prom·ise
verb

1. Assure someone that one will definitely do, give, or arrange something; undertake or declare that something will happen.

"He promised to come back to me."

synonyms: give one's word
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It had been twenty minutes.

New boy was being very quiet. Way too quiet.

She looks over, brisk loose fly away strands of hair moving with her.

He was gone.

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In his place was a bright yellow sticky note which read,

"Went adventuring, Meet you in Narnia. Or are you a Hogwarts chick?"

At the bottom was a messy squiggle. His signature, a sign off. Something to indicate a,

"I'm going to leave, and get you in trouble. Causing you more problems." Yeah, that kind of sign-off.

"Damn it."

She looks around the class. Students were talking up a storm, their mouths continuously yapping nonsense, as they waste their lives talking about Carters new boyfriend. Or silly stupid gossip like so.

Ms.Yowler was snoozing, a sky blue pillow trapped between her haggled arms. Soft snores emitting from her flared nostrils. Yikes, That woman is a mess. Slowly, Clementine stands up. Her eyes scan the crowd. Where is dusty blonde head?

Dusty blonde hair!

Wait, nope that's Caleb...probably. Maybe his name is Randy. Oh, who cares? It's just the kid who steals extra fish sticks from the cafeteria every Friday.

Her heels tap against the white granite tiled floors.

"Clip, Clop."

She writes a little sticky note in her cursive neat handwriting,

"Bathroom Break"

Then signs her name under the message, before sticking it onto her unconscious teachers acne covered forehead.

In Clementines head she never really knew there could be so much acne on a person. Not warts, nor pimples, just red patches of acne. It almost seems like an acne overdrive exploded onto her face. No wonder she hasn't had a date in years. Damn that woman is a mess.

Clementine shrugs, the poor teacher wouldn't mind. She grabs a pass hanging from a rusty nail near the silly announcements and leaves the noisome classroom.

The halls were empty. Spacious and quiet, like she likes them to be. She inhaled a deep breath before exhaling, tapping her shoes against the flooring three times before venturing off.

Where could he have gone?

She begins making her way towards the oh, 'all popular' bathrooms. The 'magical' place where girls adjust their masks of heavy bleach-y makeup, where boys fix their hair with gel, and where both genders smoke away their lives taking useless drugs and consuming bottles of alcohol.

Puff by puff, another part of them diminishing.

Don't you just love high school?

Now you see folks, the weird thing about Shoreline is that a majority of the students don't even go into the bathrooms. They wait outside it, talk, maybe reminisce about when their families bought them new useless knick knacks from fancy foreign places. Honestly as a "bystander" to these ridiculous acts, Clementine doesn't get why it is so joyous and fun to be around a room filled with toilets. But hey, who cares?