of my old high school
. I am not allowed to go in to the senior lunchroom, even though I am a senior
My friend Eric, turns his back to me and will not let me sit with him. Everyone is wearing these really cozy, warm looking coats, even though we are indoors. I note that I do not have one and I become very self-conscious, particularly once I notice that I have no shoes on.
Mounds of tasty looking fruits and pastries, a long line of people waiting to get at them. Also, a wedding going on.
Someone has brought a baby and I watch as a flock of cooing girls swoop down on the new mom.
I find two muffins, how I will pay for them? There is money in a dish by the register, not just pennies, but quarters as well. The total comes to $2.01, which I can not figure out, as it is not divisible by two.
I wander the hallways in shoe-less exile, with my muffins.
I go through a door that says DESCENDING LEVEL. I can see the library on the lower floor and I try to get there, but the floor is suddenly slanted and then I almost fall into a hole.
I lay on the floor, cheek pressed to the marble, heart pounding. There is a cash register down there. It scares me. A puddle of red liquid gathers in front of me then drips down onto the cash register.
It is going to ruin the whole thing.