After School Hours

The halls were quiet after school. Mostly quiet. Puck and Bob were busy slinging old CDs dug out of the recycling bin in the basement, up and down the carpet towards each other, trying not to crow too loudly when one of them shattered under a sneaker or split against the wall. All by accident, of course. Their audience of three – Yali (half-participating), Heidi, and Annie, sitting on a little table, swinging their legs, scoffing at the boys setting “such a good example for Yali”. Just your average daily after-school social hour.