The Afterschool Special

Stan peeked out the window, his hair wildly tufted from the long minutes spent hiding in the coat closet, his grubby little fingers gripping the windowsill. 

“Is it all clear, Stan?” David whispered from his hiding place beneath the teacher’s desk. 

“Yup. The last bus has gone. I think we’re in the clear,” Stan agreed, relaxing his grip and sinking back down to the floor. 

David pulled himself out from under the desk and sat up. “So now what do we do? Go upstairs?”

Stan shook his head. “We still have to wait for the custodian to leave, but that should only be a little while longer. Then we’ll be the only ones left in the whole school!”

The pair grinned at each other, wicked in their complicity. 

Stan pulled his backpack off one shoulder and around to the front where he could access the zipper. He opened the small pocket and removed two suckers. “Apple or cherry?” He asked his friend, after a brief inspection of the labels. 

David reached for the green-wrapped candy. “I’ll take apple,” he answered. 

The boys dropped their wrappers on the floor in unison and popped the lollipops into mouths waiting to be stained red and green. 

Stan scrambled to his feet with the sudden realization that he’d forgotten one of the most important parts of his plan. He rushed to lock the classroom door and slap their sign on the window, then quickly duck out of sight before the janitor could notice the real reason room 4B was inaccessible. 

Mr Mills tried the door. Fortunately, the school board didn’t pay him well enough to make retrieving the keys from the office worthwhile. 

David’s wide eyes tracked Stan’s slide along the wall, away from the door. “I can’t believe you made it!” He cried in a hissing whisper made lispy by the recently-lost incisors.

TBP OLWG #34
25 minutes handwritten at work, including one customer interruption. I choose 4!

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5 Comments on “The Afterschool Special”

  1. LRose says:

    Well done! Love the little motley crew (that’s without the umlaut).


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