The Only Way

All We Saw Was Pink

Today was the day. 

After three years this was quite possibly the best thing I have ever done in my life.

I shoved through the crowd of hyped up students and walked into the dirty bathroom beside the bleachers, looking in the mirror and making sure I was ready for the videos and pictures I was sure would be all over the internet by the end of the night. My dark hair was in waves that fell just under my shoulder blades, and my blue eyes popped against the mascara and eyeliner I had on. I didn't put on to much makeup because I knew not only was I going to be recorded, but that there was also an 80% chance I would be running from security and me sweating off my face was the last thing I wanted on the internet.

As I walk out of the bathroom I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. 

Joyce ~ Behind enemy lines. Not spotted yet. They're putting the confetti in now. It's nowhere near enough. Blake is in the stands, very top in the middle. This was genius.

I laugh under my breath and rush to my seat. In my hurry, I run into a walking wall. I don't look any higher than his shirt because when I see his red Major High jersey over football padding, I don't bother to continue. I sneer and walk around him, spotting Blake in the stands wearing his signature beanie over his dirty blonde hair and aviators covering his hazel eyes. He wasn't the tallest guy in our grade but he definitely towered over my 5'4" frame with his extra 7 inches. 

Blake looks my way and smiles, waving me in his direction.

We were all wearing yellow and orange shirts to show our Lighting pride while the opposing side was wearing red and white, chanting their endless support for their school before the game even started.

Major High and Thunder High have been rivals since the 50's so it was practically a religion at this point. 

Looking out onto the field, I think of all the good times we had this year. We greased the opposing teams locker room floor, covered the cheerleaders pom-poms in itching powder, released all the mice from the science lab after pulling the fire alarm, and maybe the greatest thing of all was the food coloring in the water system.

My phone interrupted my reminiscing by vibrating rapidly.

New Messages [7]

Joyce~MACY

IVE BEEN CAUGHT

SHOULD I RUN?

TOO LATE

IM RUNNING

THESE SECURITY GUARDS ARE FAST MAN

LOOK UP

My eyes widen and I tap Blake on the shoulder just in time to see Joyce run out from the side of the opposite bleachers, four bald security guards hot on her heels. Her bright red hair flew behind her and soon all eyes are on her as she sprints towards the bleachers as fast as her legs would carry her. She was on the track team since freshman year but the security really were faster than we had anticipated.

Maybe if I had eaten a few less pizzas as a kid, I'd be able to outrun them.

Just as the she gets into our bleachers one of the security guards trips, effectively tripping the other three. Joyce ducks down and runs behind Blake and I just as the security guard regain their balance. They look all through the bleachers but give up after two minutes, limping back to the other side.

Joyce's head pops from behind us and she uses her hand to separate us and stand in the middle.

"That was intense. I don't think I've ever seen a middle aged man run faster than they did." She huffs out. You could see her legs shaking under her from the adrenaline. "It's hectic over there. They are looking for any possible thing we could have messed up but already cleared the thing we did mess with. We're in the clear for now. The game starts soon so we should go get front row seats and easy access to an exit."

She grabs her stuff and walks towards the front. Blake and I follow, pushing through the crowd of kids walking in the opposite direction of us, trying to get to the top of the bleachers.

When we reached the bottom the announcer can be heard around the field. He calls our team out and all hell breaks loose. 

Our team breaks through the massive poster stretched across the end of the field that the art class made and yellow and orange confetti rained down, shielding everyone's eyes from the opposite side of the field. We yelled loud and screamed proud as the team finishes lining up on the field. The announcer began calling Major's team. When they ran out, all we saw was pink. All we heard was silence. Then everything exploded.