The Storm
What will go wrong today? I was thinking this as I walked through the front entrance at St. Sebastian’s and headed for my locker. I kept my head down. Magical thinking kicked in. If I didn’t see them, they couldn’t see me. I made it to my locker and started pulling out my books and binder when the bell rang.
No one spoke to me and I spoke to no one as I headed off to class. The echoes of steady footfalls followed me as I went down the hall. Could they tell I was scared? The corridor seemed like a kind of no man’s land—the area between the trenches in World War I. I looked about for hall monitors: juniors or seniors given special privileges for watching and reporting any infringement of the rules. Yet, there were no monitors around. Where were they when you needed them most?
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