They
found it, separately. Sometimes one at a
time, sometimes in small groups. They
all instinctively shied away from each other, accepted without argument that
certain hallways would remain locked to them.
What did they want to see each other for, anyway? They didn’t.
They didn’t, and they wouldn’t.
Once
they had all arrived and found themselves their own shadowy corners, the teenage
boy appeared. He went to a courtyard in
the middle, surrounded on all sides by brick walls with windows that opened
from the inside. On a white sheet spread
out on the concrete ground he very deliberately started placing red plastic
drinking straws. No one watched him and
he paid no one else any attention.
Over time the straws began to form an intricate pattern. Those hiding in the brick building did not want to look at it, and when they did, they pretended not to understand. Was it a formula, they asked? The kind you needed to be a math genius to understand, perhaps? They were not math geniuses, so they would never understand it. Satisfied, they slid away from the windows.
But
the group of pirate boys living in the trees overhead did not leave. They watched from the tree house they built
high in the branches. They knew what the
red straws on the white sheet meant.
They knew it was a key. A key to
a map that would lead everyone in the building to the one place no one wanted
to go.
No one, that is, but
them.
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