And so, there she was. The lone occupant of the classroom, sitting by the window. People usually came in at least an hour before the class starts. She was two hours early. She was alone.
She was frustrated. The girl was usually at school later than everyone else, even the teacher. As she sat in her lonesome, she mapped out ways as she could get to and from school by herself. Thoughts of taking the public transport floated around her head, but she consciously submerged it into the depths of her subconscious. Surely her father would not allow such, she thought.
She turned her gaze to the right, to the window. It had started to drizzle. The gentle breeze blew raindrops inward and fall on her pretty face, but she didn't mind. She had always enjoyed the rain. The smell and the breeze always calmed her. The sound of the downpour canceled out the noise of the environment. Soon it was all she heard. Rain.
The cold weather made her quiver. She would have considered bringing an umbrella or a jacket had she known of the climate change. Thinking that it would be better if she moved, she stood up and motioned towards the blackboard. She grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote the date down.
It made her smile. Not long enough though, unfortunately. She realized that she was bored. And with nothing else to do, she decided to sit down once again. She reached down for her book,. Opened it, and decided to study, hoping that time would be kind to pass.
She finished a page of her book. And then another. She grabbed a pen from her bag and underlined words she thought was important. She placed the book on her lap and leaned her head against the window frame.
It was raining still, stronger now.
She started drumming her pen on the book with a familiar song in mind. After a verse or two, she stopped, realizing again that she was bored. Even so, she had amused herself. She gave a quick snigger, and then placed her book and pen inside her bag.
She moved backward, beside a concrete wall. The shape of the open window had been hard to lean on. And again, she rested her head, now on the wall. She observed her surroundings, the emptiness of it.
Bits and pieces of trash were scattered around the classroom. The seats were not at all arranged. They had been left there by the students who had used the same room. The board was clean, other than numbers she had written, of course.
She was used to this kind of environment. It had been a frequent sight for the two years she had started to attend this school. She had experienced much since then. The thought had made her smile. And as she remembered bits from her memory, she rested her eyes. And slowly drifted off to sleep.
BANG!! There was a loud thud from somewhere in the room. The mighty gust of wind closed the door shut. She awoke quickly and rubbed her eyes. And as her sight cleared, she noticed another person inside the classroom, this one was a boy. He had just entered the room, before the door was shut.
Although they've been classmates for some time now, they were not well acquainted. Like her, he was in uniform. He was dripping wet from the rain, and was panting as though he ran all the way to the room. He placed his bag on a near chair and turned towards the door.
He tried to open the door, but to his unfortunate luck he was not able to do so. He started to mumble out some words. The girl barely heard him. But all she was able to make out was one word, "...LOCKED.."
Act I - Locked In
..to be continued..
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