Aaliyah and I were also down on the floor, painting the black outlines to our poster. She climbed to her feet and stared down at Benjamin. “Didn’t you bring any red paint down to the gym? I only see black.” “I thought you were bringing it,” he replied. He pointed to a stack of cans under the basketball bag. “What are those?”
“All black,” she told him. “I asked you to bring down some red colour remember? I want to put red in the middle of the letters. Black and red are the school colors, you know.”
“pah,” Benjamin muttered. “Well, I’m not going upstairs for it, Aaliyah. The art room is
on the third floor.”
“I’ll go!” I volunteered, a bit too eagerly.They both stared at me.“I mean, I don’t mind,” I added. “I can use the exercise.”“You really did hit your head didn’t you!” Benjamin joked.“Do you remember where the art room is?” Aaliyah asked. I set down my brush. “Yeah. I think so. You go up the stairs in back right?”Aaliyah nodded. Her curly blond hair bounced whenever she moved her head.“Right. You go up three flights to the top floor. Then you go straight down the hall to the back. Turn right. Then turn right again. And it’s at the back.“No problem,” I said. I started jogging to the double gym doors.“Bring at least two cans!” she called after me. “And some clean brushes.”
“And bring me a Coke!” Benjamin called. He laughed.What a joker.I started running at full speed to the exit. I’m not sure why I started to run. I guess,I was trying to impress Aaliyah. I lowered my shoulder. And burst through the double doors. And barreled at full speed into a girl standing in the hall.“Hey ” She let out a startled cry as we both toppled to the floor.I landed on top of her with a groan.Her head made a loud CRACK as it hit the concrete floor.Stunned, we both lay there for a second. Then I rolled off her and scrambled to my feet.“Sorry,” I managed to choke out. I reached out to help her up. But she angrily shoved my hand away and climbed up without my help.As she stood, I saw that she was at least a foot taller than me. Tall and broad shouldered and powerful looking, she reminded me of those women wrestlers on TV. She had white-blond hair, which had fallen over her face. She was dressed all in black. And she stared at me furiously with steel gray eyes. Frightening eyes. “I’m really sorry,” I repeated, taking a step back as I stared up at her.She took a heavy step toward me. Then another. Those cold gray eyes froze me against the wall. And as she moved closer.
“What - what are you going to do?”, please leave me, I shouted.
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