High Priestess
Denotes the feminine principle of love and relatedness; the ideal wife and mother,supportive of those she loves; mystery, wisdom, unrevealed influences at work.
I walked up to the front of the room. A boy with white-blonde hair had his head down on the desk. I only noticed because he hadn’t been in that seat before. I figured he must be new or something. I’ll have to watch out for him. New kids are usually given a test to be accepted into a clique. The test usually involves tormenting me.
As I left the room I felt something thrown at my back. I really didn’t care. As soon as I left I heard kids chattering and Ms. Trish trying to quiet them down, trying to continue a lesson I had so rudely interrupted. Heh.
I walked down the hall, it had no windows, and so the fake light was all that illuminated the barren waste land of our school. I walked by countless class rooms, some with closed doors, others open, all occupied. But one.
The room was number 17, and I had never seen it used as a class room. I stopped in front of its locked door, and tried to stare in the blurry thin rectangular window that was slightly cracked like the rest of the door. The glass seemed warped, the wood reeked of mold, but it showed no sign of the fungus on this side. I had to almost stand on the tips of my toes to see in, but the glass was too deformed to make out anything in the old room. As I was about to turn I thought I saw a shadow.
I turned and walked down the hall.
The story of that room was routine. A class that is no longer safe is said to be haunted, and of course no teachers will say why it’s unsafe so the rumor spreads. So boring.
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When I finally got to the nurses office I could hear the usually chatter of students waiting for those last few minutes before the bell rang for second period. The nurse’s office, if it could even be called an “office”, was a small square room with a simple bed with a plastic mattress, and thin sheet and paper covered pillow against one wall, and against the other a small desk with a sign in-out sheet and a chunky out of date computer.
Behind the computer screen was the nurse. She was a quiet, sweet natured woman with large glasses and small eyes. Her face was wrinkled with age, and her hair was gray with streaks of white, cropped short and curly. She always reminded me of a lamb.
She was the only one who didn’t judge.
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