x-- the construction zone.

[Jac]

the teenage girl put out her hand, grazing the side of the building, feeling the rough edges of the brick wall. She could hear the light plummet of rain drops onto the roof that barely blocked her head from the assault. Her head hung low, her left hand lay against her thigh, clenched into a fist. Her right fingers were barely touching the wall, seeming as if she were a feather, they put no weight against the ancient bricks.

she heard footsteps. one thump, two. It seemed to be heavy, as if it were a middle aged man. Most likely a business man, making his slow way home from his long day at work. The clock tower tolled the hour. One strike.. two strikes ... The clock kept going, chiming slowly, one after another. The girl looked up, hidden away in the shadowed alley. She dared not take the risk, and leaned against the red painted material, her body seeming to merge with the wall of the old school building. This old building had been her school, the principal had been her great friends. Yet, this time was like any other-- the girl still had her troubles.

the world seemed to have crashed around her, tears following in the same path, falling around her but never crushing her. Her emotions had been long destroyed, but she was never harmed directly. Her friends had moved away, the school had closed. She looked away, one straggling tear rolling traitorously down from her left eye. Feeling the tingling on her skin, she quickly took her sleeve and swiped it off. The evidence was gone. She had never cried, or so she convinced herself, anyways. Her dry, slightly crusted palm went up to feel the old brick walls. These walls would be the last guardians of the book room. They would be the last to crash when the school was torn down. They would protect all that is valuable to her. So she hoped.

‘ .. YOU THERE! Leave please. This is a construction zone. It’s dangerous…’

she jumped, eyes widened, the brown pupils staring at the young blonde man. He wore his yellow hard hat slightly crooked to the side, his face showing the pure innocence of his soul. She frowned at him, her sadness great, but her need to destroy his job was greater. With a quick finger to her lips, as if saying shh, she huddled out of the dark alleyway and back to the main streets, looking back once.


she would return .. she was sure of it.

[Aiela]

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