The Hallway

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About a fifteen year old girl trying to get through the rush of the high school hallway...

Submitted: May 19, 2018

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“The Hallway”

 

She hadn’t

any place to

be

other than

history class

her slow moving

life

getting lost

in the fast

pace

of the High School

hallway

she navigates

the people

and the protected

islands

of the different

clicks

that seemed on

most days

their only purpose

to exist was

to remind her

she didn’t belong

to anything

or have anyone

to stand next

to her

on some little

out cropping

of bricks

along the well

traveled halls

to call her

own turf,

she can’t help

but look

at all the

Elites

posing for

each other

on the most

central

of all the

locations

when it comes

to places to

be standing

around at

all that smooth

skin

and straight

teeth

with all those

muscles

and the breasts

how did each

girl end up with

a perfect set,

there was a

natural slow

down

in the foot

traffic

as the others

also wanted to

steal glances

of the immortals

that walked among

them

it was funny

how

no one stepped

on their sacred

soil

their was no

intimation

people just knew

whether they

belonged

or they didn’t

a self-regulating

boarder,

she pulled back

on her open

stare

eyes forward

again

and looking down

as she dodges

the flying elbows

of the hallway

melee

and squeezes

through

a small opening

in the crowd

getting into a

faster moving

stream

of people

making good

speed

till she has to

break from

the center of

the flow

to stop at

her locker

where she makes

a quick switch

of books

before cutting

across

a strip of

territory

the band kids

keep trying to

make into their

own

but everyone

just walks on

through

and lots of

people

go out of their

way

to bump into

one of the

band members

to help point out

to them

what their

social standing

really is

she doesn’t know

why

they keep trying

but they still

do,

she steps out

of band country

and becomes part

of the fluid

motion

of the hallway

once again

she drops in

to the wake

created behind

a couple of

varsity football

players

they don’t walk

as fast as

she would like

but she’s safe

from the collateral

damage

inflicted on her

when she has

to spearhead

her own path

at five foot

four inches

the hallway

can feel like

a mosh pit

at times,

the hallway

takes her by

the gym

all the goth

kids

leaning up against

it’s large wall

trying to keep

a hard look

on their face

to match their

fashion choice

of all dark

clothes

and dark

attitudes

but there’s not

a single scar

on any face

in that crowd

and the only

reason

nobody has

kicked them off

that wall

is because nobody

wants it

the male athletes

having a long

standing tradition

at this school

of writing their

names

in urine

on the wall

after a really

big win

fortunately

for the goth

kids

this High School

doesn’t win

all that often,

it wasn’t in till

her Freshmen year

when she first

went by the

wall

that she discovered

black

came in so many

shades

she pictures

one of the goth

girls

standing in front

of her closet

in her matching

black bra

and panties

getting ready for

school

“I’m feeling Happy

today,

I think I’ll wear

some of my

cheerful

light black to school”,

she loses her

beefy wedge

as the two

varsity

football players

that were her

lead blockers

split off

as they are

on the prowl

heading for the

Frosh Cheerleader

tryouts

though

this might be

her first year

here

even she knows

they don’t stand

a chance

with the girls

their linemen

and offensive

linemen at that

the best they

can hope for

is one of those

sign girls

that carry the

banners

in front of

the cheerleaders,

but now that

their gone

the full force

of the hallway

hits her head on

it feels like

she is in a

wind tunnel

with baskets

of dirty laundry

flying around

in it

slapping her

in the face

as she goes

on her way

to class,

she lowers her

head

leaning forward

to cut through

the masses

as the hallway

narrows

and space is

at a premium

there is one

advantage

to being five

four

you are able

to find gaps

unseen by the

other kids

she finally pops

out

where the hallway

widens back out

in front of

a couple of

empty benches

and a single

tree

where most of

the surfers

hang out

but the swells

are running out

of the SW

and the waves

are at five feet

with 20-second

intervals

so this spot

is going to stay

deserted

till some part

of that equation

changes,

she makes a

diagonal slice

towards a smaller

hallway

popular with

the kids that

belong to those

underlying clubs

that no one

important

is ever a

part of

the hallway

goes by all

the rooms used

for chess

French

media and

other school

sponsored clubs

safe havens

for many of the

outcast

but socially

the kiss of

death,

she makes sure

not to look

into any of

the rooms

not wanting to

make eye contact

with someone

inside

and get miss

categorized

as belonging to

one of them

she raises up

her eyes

as she’s clear

of that strip

of rooms

and looks up

at the big

brick wall

thirty feet high

at the end

of this hallway

twenty feet up

written in black

spray paint

is that verse

from “Pink Floyd”

that has graced

more school walls

than any other

in history

“We don't need

no education,

We don't need,

no thought control”

the school

maintenance dept

has taken these

lyrics

off the wall

with a sandblaster

many times

but it is always

back up there

within a few

days

a sort of

cat and mouse

game

that maintenance

got tired of

playing

so they just

pretend

they don’t see

it

and the kids

don’t tag

anything else

a fair compromise

both sides figure,

she starts to

relax

her history class

almost in reach

she takes a

left

at the brick

wall

let’s out a

breath of relief

and takes her

seat

with three minutes

to spare

she sees in

big letters

on the chalkboard

Open Book Test

she is so ready

for this test

she has everything

important

highlighted

in her book,

leaning back

in her chair

she confidently

opens her book

only to see

it’s her math

book

wondering now

why she choose

to put all

her books

in matching book

covers,

she lets out

a heavy sigh

grabs her book

lowers her head

and steps

back out

into the hallway…

 

Tom Allen…05-15-2018…



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