The Fourth Stall Part III by Chris Rylander

Author:Chris Rylander [Rylander, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2012-12-28T08:00:00+00:00

The recess supervisor never let go of my arm as she led me through the side doors. In fact, her grip seemed to get tighter as we went deeper into the school. The inside was kind of like my school in some ways, but then in many other ways not like it at all.

It stunk, for one. Literally. I didn’t know what my school smelled like, probably not good either, but this one smelled really funny. And not funny ha-ha. It smelled like a mixture of beef gravy and Urinal Cocktail (you know, it’s that thing that sometimes happens in boys’ bathrooms where no one flushes a particular urinal for a while and then everyone keeps using that same one like we’re all involved in some sort of unwritten contract together to see if we can make it overflow).

I felt numb as we went down halls, around corners, and past classrooms, likely on our way to the administration offices. I could barely keep up with my captor as she charged ahead. Luckily she pulled me along hard every time I started lagging. I couldn’t believe I was going to be expelled over this. Just like that. I mean, I was retired. This was exactly why I had quit, too. This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to kids who had retired.

A few kids were in the halls. They stopped and stared as we passed. Teachers we came across looked at me sullenly and shook their heads slowly. Was it just me or did this school’s lights seem to be a lot dimmer than at my school? It seemed like the lighting was only getting darker as we moved deeper into the school, too.

I was looking up at the lights, trying to figure out why it seemed so dark, when suddenly water splashed on my face and the recess supervisor let go of my arm. Her right shoulder and face were drenched, and a broken and deflated rubber balloon stuck to the curls of her dark hair. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, another balloon soared in and nailed her in the right leg. She jumped back, rage engulfing her face. We were being assaulted.

“Run!” I heard a voice yell.

I didn’t need another prompt. I took off sprinting down the hall in the direction we’d just come from.

“Hey!” I heard the recess supervisor shout at me.

I glanced back just as another water balloon pelted her in the back of the head. She turned around to see who her assailants were, but the hall looked empty. They were good, whoever they were. I darted left down another hallway. The recess supervisor, frozen with indecision between going after me or her assailants, had a ton of ground to make up now if she ended up choosing to chase me.

I wasn’t going to waste my lead. I weaved in and out of the halls, looking for an exit or place to hide. A teacher popped out of a classroom as I passed. He started walking after me.

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