"Oh, you didn't mean that man, did you Jayden?" She nudges his tucked elbows using her own, he sways momentarily incapable of suppressing his uplifting smile.
Aside from sporadic small talk here and there, the heat beats down on us like ants under magnified light rays.
Lucinda speaks our minds, fanning herself by flapping her loose black shirt against her, "We can always wait for them inside, the school is quite easy to navigate." Life is brought back to our heat exhausted bodies, the supplies of books she had dumped on the concrete boundary in three over-flooding bags.
Guinevere, Jayden and I take one carrier each so we might enter air conditioned quarters much quicker. "Oh, thank you guys, if we were part of the scouts I'd award you with an 'assisting the hopeless elderly' badge." Lucinda sounds pleasantly surprised, grouping her thinning hair over shoulder.
We laugh in response and I succeed in swiping Jay's phone, pocketing it, "Hey, give--"
"Your detoxing begins now my apprentice." Thank God these bags are the size of children and just as heavy or we'd undertake the usual wrestling that occurs following such disputes.
Streak free glass doors sense us, the growing gap swamps us in heavenly air conditioning the familiar scent of de-sanitation products mingled with uniforms and printer fumes. The midnight blue carpet floor makes our steps soundless, weaving past office staff and teachers.
"Hello, I'm Lucinda D'amore with the Drama Enrapture students, we'd like to get our asses out of the heat and into the hall which I assume is cooler than outside?" She asks hopefully.
Her blunt apporach startles the drowsy receptionist, everything but a squashed head wearing spectacles shielded by the marble counter Lucinda leans on.
Zzzt.
A transparent door on our left swings out hailing us forwards ushered by the mute desk lady who nods to Lucinda. "Bless you, darling." She says breathlessly patting their skittish shoulder.
The dimly lit indoor basketball court looks menacing in the low light, scoreboard hiding in the shadows high up on the wooden pane walls. "Boo." Jayden's petty scare attempt earns him an elbow to the rib cage from a mildly surprised Guinevere.
"Just through here my thespians." Lucinda leads us into an undercover area, triangular ceiling hole overhead reveals a matching grass area directly below, students are scattered in grades and friendship groups but incline their head in our direction.
We stand out like sore thumbs in comfortable black clothing, Guinevere relishes in the attention head held confidently, wielding an apricot bag effortlessly.
The pavement follow a satisfying geometric pattern, catching glimpses of handball courts and alternate green areas where students lounge lazily ahead of their classrooms.
Albeit being outside again the ivory walls prevent overheating as Lucinda points out. "Hellooooo." An upbeat Natasha waves us over exaggerating directive gestures at the hall entrance.
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Chapstick Boi
Teen FictionMeet Spooky or more commonly known as, 'the over involved Lesbian', 'Spooky scary skeletons' and 'JJ'. Doesn't matter what you call her, she's still gay. You've heard all those stories surrounding closeted gays who suffer in silence, hiding their se...
