Sly grins, loose laughter
Nike's stacked up on the desktop
Eyelids sagging as pop melodies melt through the tunnel in my head
That coveted lunch period almost at its fatality
The door to our clandestine escape of a classroom clicks open
The pleats of a skirt swish their way into liberation
Youthful molding of the English language flows too easily from her mouth
"Did you hear...?"
A common question.
The secret universe surrounding my resting heartbeat continues
Laptop blaring auto-tuned noise
Life-or-death gossip I am barely giving the attention it begs for
Assumptions And then,
Low, but definite- familiar
Almost soothing to the mind...
Dub-step cuts off mid-song
"This is CNN broadcasting live from Newtown Elementary School..."
Newtown? Why Newtown?
Stephanie lives in Newtown...
"So far there have been no confirmed fatalities"
Relief and curiosity...
More rapid clicking
"This is Fox News..."
White collared shirts huddled tightly in front of the minuscule Dell screen...
"There are parents searching for their children..."
This just in..."
Something about a gun.
"...reportedly 12 have been shot..."
Hearts too still for wet eyes.
Bell rings. No movement in the parkway on the other side of the glass.
A twisted handle and pulling motion expose our hideout
Ginger steps about the lockers, now feeling foreign
Room 315- clear
Eyes peek into the chapel
Find people, but no faces.