The bell rang for lunch and the students left the classroom, creating a euphoric crowd that clogged the corridors of the extremely generic American highschool. Adam and David stayed in their seats, patiently waiting for the usual lunch mayhem to pass.
“It's finally over!” celebrated Spice. “Weekend here we come!”
“Yeah, one more minute in this school and I would've snapped.” Adan sighed “So... What's on the menu for today's lunch?” the boy asked, getting up from his chair and putting his beanie on, covering part of his black spiky hair that reached his shoulders.
“A hamburger,” said David, with a smile on his face as he thought about the double cheeseburger he ate two weeks ago. “Or maybe a pizza... I don't know... What do you want?” The dark-skinned boy got up and zipped up his tracksuit jacket.
“You shouldn't eat that much junk food.”
“Pizza sounds good to me,” Adam said, ignoring the ghost's advice.
David grabbed his backpack and followed Adam out of the classroom's door.
The corridor was practically empty, as almost all students had already entered the cafeteria, or went to one of the many fast-food restaurants around the school.
As they walked towards the exit, they caught a glimpse of their lockers. Someone had written homophobic and xenophobic slurs all over them with a marker. They ignored it and continued to walk, they were too hungry to waste a second trying to clean that mess. And that was the janitor's job anyway... Later down the hall, they came across a locker with “foreign whore” written all over it. It was Cassie's locker.
“You go on ahead...” Adam took a pack of tissues out of his backpack.
“Nah, pizza can wait. Pass me a tissue.” David said with a stretched-out hand.
The boys cleaned the locker as best as they could with tissues and hand sanitizer; and in the end, the blue locker was but a bleached shadow of its former self.
“Fuck...” Adam said, slowly blink with his big blue eyes.
“Why don't they use paper and duck tape like normal bullies?” David complained, scratching the back of his neck and looking down with a hand on his waist.
“Maybe we could paint over it?” the dead woman suggested.
“I don't have any paint... Just let me think for a second.” Adam looked around and took a deep breath. They could go get paint, but they would probably end up using the wrong blue, and then Cassie would get in trouble for painting her locker, and then they would get in trouble for destroying her locker, and then the planet would explode and he would die alone and ashamed! “Ok, we need to destroy the other lockers too!”
“Ah... Why?” asked David.
“It just makes sense in my head, ok?!” he yelled making his voice crack and his friend jump with surprise.
“Ok! Fuck...”
The orphans gave the lockers near Cassie's the same treatment and then fled the scene, taking the tissues and hand sanitizer with them, not leaving any clues behind. They later disposed of them in a trash can outside the school.
