Continuation of Last Week’s Work
By Adam Huddleston
Here is some more from last week’s work.
I sit at a long lunch table in the school’s cafeteria waiting for the first bell. My classmates are chatting at that volume above casual dialogue but just below shouting. After yesterday’s events, I don’t feel like talking at all, especially about the banal subjects that my peers seem obsessed with.
Who is sleeping with whom? What website a student found that contains actual suicide videos? Which sophomore stole the answer key to Friday’s exam?
I sip on a bottle of water and stare at the clock, willing it to move faster. It doesn’t and a sandy-blonde boy I’d spoken to only a handful of times grabs my shoulder.
“You hear about Shasta?”
I can smell something strong on his breath that isn’t chewing gum.
“Who’s Shasta,” I ask, not really caring.
“Shasta! The girl that sits in the front cubicle in English. I heard she got herpes. Ain’t that funny? Herpes!”
I stare at him for a full ten seconds then turn away. He bursts out laughing and moves on to another table.
The bell for first period blares throughout the room and we all move en masse out of the cafeteria’s double doors and into the hallway. The din of the lunchroom pales in comparison to that in the halls. With my backpack and computer, I have no free hands to cover my ears so I make a quick bee-line to my first class, Civics.