New Falls, Washington/New Falls High School
Tuesday, October 23, 1962/8 AM
Sofia sat in the back of homeroom, bored, as the teacher went through the readiness and preparedness routine. She smacked on her gum. This speech was the same as every other. Even back in Miami, she’d heard it.
And then there were the handouts. Well, this was new. Sofia looked at the map. New FAlls wasn’t that big, and most of it was Titan. Why did it need so many bunkers?
When the bell rang, Sofia grabbed her bag and headed for the door. “Miss Ibarra,” said the teacher, holding out her hand.
Sofia sighed and spit out her gum.
Sofia was a bit surprised that the bunkers were all the talk of the school. Sure, it seemed a bit excessive, but they seemed to be the new rage in homeownership. Two bedrooms, two baths, and a bunker. Sofia was glad when lunch came around.
“So what is the government approved slop today?” Sofia asked, looking jealously at the seniors as they exited the school under the watchful eye of the hall monitors. One of these days Sofia was going to sneak out for lunch. Granted, she had to admit that the food at New Falls High School was much better than the naughty word they got served in the barrio schools in Miami. But then she could always look forward to the tacos and enchiladas at her father’s restaurant, before he died. Even the leftovers she brought to school were amazing. They weren’t Grade F mystery meat.
“naughty word this,” Sofia said. Several of the white girls around looked at her, appalled. But then the only Latina in the school often got such looks.
Sofia didn’t really have the money, but she’d saved up some from her part time job at the diner, plus she got an employee discount. She went to the girls’ room and shimmied out of the window, dropping into the alley behind the school. From there it was a short walk to the diner, which was now packed with seniors.
Sofia plopped down on one of the stools at the counter. “Hey,” she said to the boy next to her. “Charlie, right? We have American history together?” She thought he looked familiar. “Coke and cheeseburger, please,” she told the counter attendant. “So much better than government meat.”
tags Charlie?