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<blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 6853138" data-attributes="member: 48394"><p><strong>A little later:</strong></p><p></p><p>(Belmont High School- Nurse's Office)</p><p></p><p></p><p>Tasha sat on the edge of the padded table in the infirmary/exam room behind the nurse’s office- she was trying not to fidget as the nurse, Lina Moretti, shone a penlight in her eyes, making one last check. It was hard to flinch when the nurse was holding her chin in a vise-tight grip… </p><p></p><p>“<span style="color: #FFA07A">I think you’re going to be okay.</span>” The nurse clicked off the light and let go of Tasha’s chin- which she promptly ducked into her chest, so that she was looking at the floor. “<span style="color: #FFA07A">Really, with 300 kids in the gym on a nice hot August morning, it could have gone worse.</span>” She turned away, letting Tasha slide off the exam table. “<span style="color: #FFA07A">Especially in this place,</span>” she muttered, just loud enough for Tasha to hear.</p><p></p><p>In truth, Tasha had been feeling better ever since they left the gym, especially once they were away from the Principal and those cops- there was just something vaguely unsettling about them, even more than her natural distrust of authorities... “<span style="color: #00FF00">So I can go, back to class?</span>” she asked meekly, already taking one step towards the door of the nurse’s office.</p><p></p><p>Ms. Moretti turned away, putting her implements back in their places. “<span style="color: #FFA07A">Yeah, go ahead. I’ll let the office know you got checked out.</span>” After a moment’s pause, she added. “<span style="color: #FFA07A">There’s a fridge out by the office door- grab yourself a fruit juice or something. If you start feeling woozy again, just let your teacher know. But really, I hope I don’t need to see you back here again.</span>”</p><p></p><p>“<span style="color: #00FF00">Um, well, thanks,</span>” Tasha murmured as she slipped out of the infirmary to the office proper, headed for the hall. The door clicked closed behind her, leaving Lina alone in the exam room. After a moment she sighed and got to her feet, walking over to the front window and pulling the blinds open. </p><p></p><p>Lina stared out onto the brightly sunlit front lawn of the school- the harsh August sun glittered on Claypit Pond, on the other side of the parking lots. ‘<span style="color: #FFA07A"><em>Wow, the year is starting off with a bang,</em></span>’ she thought. She had known this job was going to be a little crazy- everyone in town had heard the rumors, after all. But after some of the stuff she had seen, both in Iraq and on the streets of downtown Boston, she hadn’t thought it was be this weird- this girl had had some kind of seizure, but wasn’t showing the symptoms Lina would have expected, and there was that other guy who had cut himself so badly, before classes even started this morning, insisting he had cut himself on his locker door, of all things. Probably carrying a cheap switchblade to ‘protect himself’, Lina mused, and had ditched it after his little accident. She looked out the window for a few more minutes, then closed the blinds and went out into the office- there was paperwork to fill out, after all. There was ALWAYS paperwork- and here at good old Belmont High, that meant ACTUAL paper, or forms on the hardwired clunky desktop computer; the wi-fi network was notoriously unreliable, no matter what they did, and was “<em>Unsuitable for official business purposes</em>”. It was like they were back in the Dark Ages, Lina thought (again)- probably the same reason the security cameras tended to fuzz out, and the so-called Safety Phones ran to static more often than not…</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, Tasha passed through the nurse’s office, without stopping at the fridge. She opened the door and peered out into the hallway. The administrative wing of the school was quiet now, with most of the doors along the hallway closed. There was the counselor’s office- Tasha had the sinking feeling she would be in there a lot. The side-by-side doors for the two assistant principals and the frosted glass door of the actual principal’s office were lined up along the other side of the hallway. To the left, tantalizingly close, was the front entrance and the promise of freedom- blocked only by the open counter of the front office; while Tasha didn’t SEE anybody there, she heard the soft buzz of voices from the staff (or someone’s television). Instead Tasha turned right, making sure to close the door quietly behind her. The heels of her boots made a muted clicking on the tiles as she walked past the (thankfully empty) office for the so-called Resource Officer- that was one place Tasha REALLY wanted to stay out of. At the end of the hall she took a half-dozen wide steps down, then turned into the central part of the school, where all the classrooms were. After a moment’s thought, she kept walking around the corner into the main hallway, ignoring the stairs that led up to the second floor. Classes were in session now, so the hallways were all but deserted. As she turned the corner, Tasha saw one other student, way down at the other end of the hall- another girl, with long dark hair and a dark-colored, almost shapeless dress; she was looking intently up at one of the wall-mounted video displays which showed the class schedules, current weather, and so on. Tasha looked down, fishing her phone out of her bag- when she looked back up the other girl was gone…</p><p></p><p>Tasha didn’t have any time to wonder where she might have gone- even as she was waking up her phone, she felt an all-too familiar prickly sensation at the back of her neck. Almost reflexively, she took a quick step sideways, towards the nearest bank of lockers- just as the classroom door nearest her banged open and two students burst out, nearly running. If she had stayed where she was, she would have been trampled. A second later, there was a sharp buzz from the speakers lining the hallway, and other classroom doors began to open- it was pass time between class modules. Sheltered a bit from the heaviest traffic, Tasha swiped her phone screen over to the CLASSTIME app- it looked like math was next, in her case, Honors level geometry. ‘<span style="color: #00FF00"><em>Onward into the breech of public school education</em></span>’, she thought sarcastically- then headed for her own locker to get her books.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="pathfinderq1, post: 6853138, member: 48394"] [b]A little later:[/b] (Belmont High School- Nurse's Office) Tasha sat on the edge of the padded table in the infirmary/exam room behind the nurse’s office- she was trying not to fidget as the nurse, Lina Moretti, shone a penlight in her eyes, making one last check. It was hard to flinch when the nurse was holding her chin in a vise-tight grip… “[COLOR=#FFA07A]I think you’re going to be okay.[/COLOR]” The nurse clicked off the light and let go of Tasha’s chin- which she promptly ducked into her chest, so that she was looking at the floor. “[COLOR=#FFA07A]Really, with 300 kids in the gym on a nice hot August morning, it could have gone worse.[/COLOR]” She turned away, letting Tasha slide off the exam table. “[COLOR=#FFA07A]Especially in this place,[/COLOR]” she muttered, just loud enough for Tasha to hear. In truth, Tasha had been feeling better ever since they left the gym, especially once they were away from the Principal and those cops- there was just something vaguely unsettling about them, even more than her natural distrust of authorities... “[COLOR=#00FF00]So I can go, back to class?[/COLOR]” she asked meekly, already taking one step towards the door of the nurse’s office. Ms. Moretti turned away, putting her implements back in their places. “[COLOR=#FFA07A]Yeah, go ahead. I’ll let the office know you got checked out.[/COLOR]” After a moment’s pause, she added. “[COLOR=#FFA07A]There’s a fridge out by the office door- grab yourself a fruit juice or something. If you start feeling woozy again, just let your teacher know. But really, I hope I don’t need to see you back here again.[/COLOR]” “[COLOR=#00FF00]Um, well, thanks,[/COLOR]” Tasha murmured as she slipped out of the infirmary to the office proper, headed for the hall. The door clicked closed behind her, leaving Lina alone in the exam room. After a moment she sighed and got to her feet, walking over to the front window and pulling the blinds open. Lina stared out onto the brightly sunlit front lawn of the school- the harsh August sun glittered on Claypit Pond, on the other side of the parking lots. ‘[COLOR=#FFA07A][I]Wow, the year is starting off with a bang,[/I][/COLOR]’ she thought. She had known this job was going to be a little crazy- everyone in town had heard the rumors, after all. But after some of the stuff she had seen, both in Iraq and on the streets of downtown Boston, she hadn’t thought it was be this weird- this girl had had some kind of seizure, but wasn’t showing the symptoms Lina would have expected, and there was that other guy who had cut himself so badly, before classes even started this morning, insisting he had cut himself on his locker door, of all things. Probably carrying a cheap switchblade to ‘protect himself’, Lina mused, and had ditched it after his little accident. She looked out the window for a few more minutes, then closed the blinds and went out into the office- there was paperwork to fill out, after all. There was ALWAYS paperwork- and here at good old Belmont High, that meant ACTUAL paper, or forms on the hardwired clunky desktop computer; the wi-fi network was notoriously unreliable, no matter what they did, and was “[I]Unsuitable for official business purposes[/I]”. It was like they were back in the Dark Ages, Lina thought (again)- probably the same reason the security cameras tended to fuzz out, and the so-called Safety Phones ran to static more often than not… Meanwhile, Tasha passed through the nurse’s office, without stopping at the fridge. She opened the door and peered out into the hallway. The administrative wing of the school was quiet now, with most of the doors along the hallway closed. There was the counselor’s office- Tasha had the sinking feeling she would be in there a lot. The side-by-side doors for the two assistant principals and the frosted glass door of the actual principal’s office were lined up along the other side of the hallway. To the left, tantalizingly close, was the front entrance and the promise of freedom- blocked only by the open counter of the front office; while Tasha didn’t SEE anybody there, she heard the soft buzz of voices from the staff (or someone’s television). Instead Tasha turned right, making sure to close the door quietly behind her. The heels of her boots made a muted clicking on the tiles as she walked past the (thankfully empty) office for the so-called Resource Officer- that was one place Tasha REALLY wanted to stay out of. At the end of the hall she took a half-dozen wide steps down, then turned into the central part of the school, where all the classrooms were. After a moment’s thought, she kept walking around the corner into the main hallway, ignoring the stairs that led up to the second floor. Classes were in session now, so the hallways were all but deserted. As she turned the corner, Tasha saw one other student, way down at the other end of the hall- another girl, with long dark hair and a dark-colored, almost shapeless dress; she was looking intently up at one of the wall-mounted video displays which showed the class schedules, current weather, and so on. Tasha looked down, fishing her phone out of her bag- when she looked back up the other girl was gone… Tasha didn’t have any time to wonder where she might have gone- even as she was waking up her phone, she felt an all-too familiar prickly sensation at the back of her neck. Almost reflexively, she took a quick step sideways, towards the nearest bank of lockers- just as the classroom door nearest her banged open and two students burst out, nearly running. If she had stayed where she was, she would have been trampled. A second later, there was a sharp buzz from the speakers lining the hallway, and other classroom doors began to open- it was pass time between class modules. Sheltered a bit from the heaviest traffic, Tasha swiped her phone screen over to the CLASSTIME app- it looked like math was next, in her case, Honors level geometry. ‘[COLOR=#00FF00][I]Onward into the breech of public school education[/I][/COLOR]’, she thought sarcastically- then headed for her own locker to get her books. [/QUOTE]
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