Anna+Johnson+Vignette

The campus, full of Hutchison, MUS, and CBHS students, was wrecked. Dirty bottles floated across the muddy, sickly warm water which covered the top of Ridgeway Road. A few puddles and streams trickled throughout MUS’s campus, where many congested groups of students huddled around tables. No one was doing anything: even teachers gave up trying to control students, they, too, roamed aimlessly.

Sitting with my own group of teenagers near the cafeteria, I tactfully pulled strands of my hair and listened to the idle chatter. One MUS student cracked a distasteful joke and everyone feigned a laugh.

//When will I ever get out of here,// I asked myself. I sighed and contemplated the risk of disease and the risk of dying of boredom. Zoning in and out, I caught a snippet of someone’s private conversation.

“Do you wanna,” whispered one curly headed boy, nudging his neighbor.

“Won’t we get caught?” She asked, her eyes searching the perimeters of MUS.

Rolling his eyes, he took her arm and led her through the crowd of students. Some people nodded as they walked by, others were simply too turned off to care. I watched the couple weave in and out, disappearing around the side of the building.

“Hey, does anyone want to come with me to walk around,” I asked, hoping to see where they went.

“Sure, I need to stretch my legs anyway,” quickly replied a tall, blonde junior, who I had recently met. I did not even know his name, but yet he had asked to come. He was oddly attentive, unlike the others. This boy was attractive, but from the couple of encounters I had had, he seemed to be almost abnormal. While the other boys seemed to be focused on childish antics, he opted for more challenging mind games. //Did I even want to go with him?//

Before I could answer my question, he grabbed my hand, pulling me up. We walked leisurely on the same path that they did, making conversation: a little humor here, some basic questions there. When we had almost circled MUS, I saw two faint outlines projected onto the sidewalk. Slowly I walked forward and saw the pair from earlier. The girl was standing on her friend’s shoulders, straining to reach the top of an old fence. When she had leaped over and landed into a muddle of water, the boy turned and caught sight of us. His eyes expanded and he tried to hurriedly climb the fence; however, he fell onto the sidewalk. Helpless on the other side of the fence, the girl did not know what to do. “Don’t wor-“ I tried to say, but was interpreted by my friend. He surged, dragging the boy from where he lay in a heap on the ground. Too shocked to move, not know what was happening, the girl and I both stared at the two struggling teenagers.

A quick burst of electricity and that was it. The curly headed boy was gone. I looked over and realized the girl who had tried to escape vanished too. Then I was unconscious.

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