continued … Before exiting the band room door I looked back at the carnage …
Ron, the tuba player grimaced while rubbing both knees , Bethany was yelling at Bill Acheson her new coronet inches from his face. Above the din of laughter it sounded like she called him a ‘sock sucker’? Greg laughed hysterically while staring at his bloody handkerchief. Candy and Marilyn were crying. Tears streamed down Marilyn’s face. Nancy was still on the floor exposing herself.
I looked at Green, half way to the door where i stood, crouched low, his arms and fingers extended, his face beet red, that pulsing vein on his forehead sticking out like a finger that had grown below the skin, his jaw pushed forward, the bottom row of his teeth visible.
In a last ditch effort to save face I shouted, “But it wasn’t my fault!’’ But he was beyond reason.
With all my strength I banged the door shut.
When I turned to walk away, the school principal appeared pirouetting away from me. I realized I hit her with a full body block.
I was prepared for the worst, but she didn’t fall.
She regained her balance by grabbing the edge of a table. I felt a sense of deja vu. Not five minutes prior I had grabbed the edge of a table. The only difference? A 250 pound anvil, was not slowly sliding toward the edge threatening to drop onto her foot.
The End … Or was It?