Late Night Conversations

1 | Andrew Caldwell Was Unwell

1 | Andrew Caldwell Was Unwell

 

ALL IT TOOK WAS ONE STEP and everything had ended.

            It was a normal day with conventional actions at Victoria's school; waiting in line for recess, lunch, and walking behind the unhurried freshmen, as if they had all the time in the world.

            "God, these freshmen are so slow," Alexandra, being very exasperated, says next to her friend of six years. Both of them were still at the back of the 'Freshman Slow Wall', as most would call it. All of them literally made up this damn wall from end to end, forcing all of the student body to flunk in their behavior and performance grade for being tardy.

            Not a single one would glance at the back, and notice the irritated students that were flunking because of them.

            "That's blasphemy! We're in a Catholic school!"

            "This whole thing is practically sh—"

            Victoria snorts as they walk together, cutting Alexandra's profane language. "Alex, don't be so riled up," she says, and in contrary to her words, she was the one who made wild gesticulations behind the freshmen for the past months. "You're acting like you never suffered from this wall before."

            And then, the 'wall' just slowly disbands when the whole school goes out from their classrooms for lunch. All, of course, are all famished—not hungry, but famished—and with the last few seconds of the subject before lunch, everyone anticipates it to end.

            Although, even if they got out of the classroom and fly as fast as a falcon, the narrow halls tamed their inner cheetah, and that's where the constant and harsh pushing comes in. It's not really bullying, or anything whatsoever, but it's just the urge to get out of the place where everyone is claustrophobic for once, or twice, or how long they have been in this school.

            Alex grunts at Victoria's hypocrisy.  "Thanks for backing me up. Appreciating it, really," she sarcastically says with Victoria smiling sweetly sickening, and Alex tip-toes behind the freshmen to take a peek of whatever was happening in front of them, but it was no use. She saw nothing.

            "You do realize that you're like...I don't know, four foot eleven?" Victoria reminds her friend.

            Suddenly, Alex's face lit up, like the wax of the candle had melted on top of her head, and Victoria looks at her weirdly, arching an eyebrow of hers.

            "My height's soul just sent a message! It says..." then, she puts her middle finger up, and Victoria laughs, not just because of her friend cussing by an action, but because people looked at Alex with disgust on their faces, not even bothering to not bother. "Fu—"

            "Oooof," Victoria abruptly falls right after she feels someone bump onto her shoulder. Sleeping late definitely did not have her muscles be stronger.

            Like the crowd was used to it, and they actually were, they simply left the girl who fell, and kept on moving forward, just going around them; as if they're ants going around a big rock.

            Alex suddenly laughs when her face contacts with the floor. "Gee, what a friend," Victoria says when she doesn't do anything but stand there and laugh like a madman. She pushes herself up, then felt warm hands of a stranger on her waist to her surprise.