Brave Enough

Chapter Five: Chitchat

Willow's POV

Once we got back to the table, Nicholas and Henry ran up to us. "What happened to you guys? We haven't seen you in a while," Nicholas says. I take a deep breath and explained to them what happened. From Vincent's discussion to the girls' bathroom. When I was finished no one said anything. Henry was the first to speak afterwards. He was flaming with anger, "I knew Vincent was involved in this. He causes problems wherever he is." He stops before his anger boils over. Then, he takes a deep breath, "But at least Lindsey and Yaz were there to cheer you up." "That's true," I said as I looked towards the clock in the lunchroom which read 12:25, "Shoot! We only have five minutes left! Eat!"

After we stuffed ourselves and nearly choked on small pieces of food, we headed outside for recess. We put on our jackets stand by the doors in the lunchroom that leads us outside to a driveway that brings us to the parking lot. We all stand close to each other in a large pack of kids. I whisper to Lindsey, "When the teacher opens the door, run." "What do you mean," she whispers back. "You'll see." The teacher pushes open the door. I grab her hand, sprint up the metal stairs and across the pavement. I notice that Lindsey looked behind us taking a peek at the mob of people behind us and started to run faster. We run through the gates and Yazmin caught up with us at the curb in front of one of the buildings. The one we had the assembly in. There you can see our church, the other high school building, and the rich people's houses in the hills. We all sit down, out of breath, on the cold and damp curb. When Yazmin tried to sit down, she immediately shot back up. She started to run around yelling, "It's so cold!" Then I started to laugh to the point that I started crying. "What happened to her," Lindsey asks me. "Well," I say still sorta laughing, "When you wear skirts like the ones we wear as our uniform, there are times where our skirts don't go straight under you when you sit down. Then when you bare skin touches the cold surface, it ain't comfortable." Then, Yazmin sits back down.This time making sure her skirt was underneath her. The good news it's not cold today because the head recess monitor, Miss Lizzy, internal thermometer is broken. She'll take us outside as long as it's not under thirty-two degrees. She doesn't care." "Wow," Lindsey says, "That's harsh. when I was little, We practically always had outdoor recess, not unless it was raining." She pauses for a second, "I still don't know much about you two so I'm gonna ask and will go around in a circle answering them, okay?" Yazmin and I nod. She starts with the most predictable question, "Favorite cereal?" "Special K Chocolate Delight," I say. "Fruity Pebbles," Yazmin says. "Grape Nut," Lindsey says, "Now, Yazmin asks a question." "Ummm, favorite color?" "Purple," I yell out nearly falling backwards and hitting my head on the gate surrounding the statue of Baby Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. "I love orange," Lindsey says. "Blue," Yazmin says. "My turn," I say, " Favorite genre of music." "Classical since I grew up listening to it," Lindsey says. "Country because Toby Keith," Yazmin says. "Dubstep 'cause why not," I say. Next is Lindsey, "Favorite song." Yazmin starts to jump around, "Is it okay if we can sing it?" "I see no reason on why not to," Lindsey says. "Okay! Now! Willow get up 'cause we're doing the song," Yazmin yells at me. She grabbs my arm and pulls me up with all her strength. I put my hands on my knees until the uneasiness from the pull goes away, "What song?" "THE song," Yazmin said. "Oh! Okay," I say. "Wait a sec," Lindsey says, "I'm confused. Why is it called 'The Song'?" "Well, you know how married couples have their song. We have a song that we bonded over and we both love the song." I say giving Yazmin a side hug. We've sung the song so much that we know the song inside and out. We both look at making sure we both know where and when to start. Then we nod for reassurance.

I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun,

An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun..

Get out your guns, battle's begun,

are you a saint, or a sinner?

If love's a fight, then I shall die,