Public School Gothic
you were sent to the library a while ago but the purpose of your visit is unknown to you. “i need you to go to the library for me”. it drones on and on in your mind.
you hear the screaming down the hall at least once a day. no one says anything. we dont know what may happen if we do.
every school has a basement, or even a sub-basement. weve never been to it but we know its there for us.
the applause in the cafeteria started from nowhere, and ceased just as quickly as it started. no one knows where it originated.
its gym class. “were running today”. everyone knows that once you start running its impossible to stop.
in every school there are a few empty classrooms. sometimes you can peel back the old paper covering the windows and see whats inside, but i wouldnt recommend it.
theres an outbuilding that used to be used to heat up the school its not supposed to be used anymore, but sometimes you see smoke rising from its old chimney. youre sure of it.
school hours have been shortened due to district budget cuts. no one ever sees the teachers leave in the afternoon. we never see them leave the school.
everything goes smoothly, up until rain starts falling. the students raise their heads one by one to stare out the windows.
sometimes our school runs out of paper. we can no longer print documents or worksheets or office referrals. everything comes to a halt. even when unable to function, we must return to school.
you hear someone yell down the hallway “WHAT TEAM?” the answer is wildcats, apparently. our school mascot is a gryphon. we dont have team sports.
public schools dont have nurses offices. we cant get medicine or disinfectant for the many wounds we acquire throughout the day. we rarely have access to bandaids, yet you always hear someone say “im going to the nurses office”. where are they going?