A lock

Another long day of classes and I couldn’t keep my mind off the key. I started to draw around it too. Mr. Leeman was glad to see I was no longer drawing a self portrait. I even ate lunch out of the art room. I caught up with my friends and actually felt better around them. I saw Ashley and her “friends” being as loud as usual. She looked seriously bummed hanging with them. Like she was trapped. I wish I could go over there and say something to her. But the repercussions of that were way too big for my britches at the time. She caught on to my sympathetic stare and gave a small grin before going back to eating and trying to contribute to whatever conversation was going on around her.

After classes ended I took care of a few meetings with teachers. Got my bag all together and made my way to the art building. I tried going a way that was off standard for me. Making sure what few students knew me or gave a damn wouldn’t see me. Eventually I made my way back to the maintenance closet. Getting the key out I took a deep breath. I thought about what might be behind there. I was kinda reminded of the Matrix. Maybe it was just a white room with a desk and tv? Maybe the key didn’t work and it’d be like my room. But holding the key forward it slid into the lock perfectly. I kept it there perfectly still for a second before turning.

*Click* instantly the knob became a pink color. Opening the door I looked around to make sure I wasn’t spotted. And stepped in.