Week 9 Theme

The Woodland High School library was bustling with students today. It was crowded and loud. Today was the big blood drive, and a good number of students were participating. I walked into the library and talked to the woman at the desk. I sat down at a table with some other kids that were donating. Most of them were trouble makers who wanted to get out of class that day; the others were ones who really wanted to help out the cause.
I went into the testing room to see if I was able to donate. My iron level was great, my blood pressure was fine, I was perfectly able to donate.
I got all set up on a bed with a needle hanging from my arm. I was given a ball to squeeze. The nurse told me to relax. I sat there for a few minutes and bled into the bag. The nurse came back over to check on me.
"Oh, goodness!" She cried, "Your bag is full already." She checked the timer, "After only 4 and half minutes!"
She gauzed me up and escorted me to the table where everyone who already donated sat. I had to sit for twenty minutes and eat cookies and juice.
At the table were a few of my girl friends who were involved in the National Honor Society that was holding the event.
"How do you feel?" My friend Hannah asked, "You donated really fast."
I shrugged, "I feel fine. I don't feel any different."
"Okay, well if you do feel like you're going to faint just hit the bell that it's in the middle of the table." Hannah gestured to the bell that was located in the middle of the table.
We talked for a few minutes about school and the soccer game that was lost the night before. I looked at the clock and realized it was time for me to go.
"You don't have to leave," Hannah said, "This period is pretty much over with; you can hang out for a while."
I started to stand up, "No, I really should be.... going..."
I started sweating bullets. The room was spinning and my mind was going dark. Hannah must've noticed, because she gasped and hit the bell. As soon as she hit that bell, I passed out, hit my head on the table, and slunk to the floor.

I woke up a few minutes later with about eight people looking down on me. They were fanning my face and shoving a straw into my mouth. They were asking me how I felt and putting a washcloth on my forehead.
"You donated a pint way too fast." A man in scrubs said as he elevated my legs.
I realized then what had just happened.
I fainted in my high school library, in front of pretty much everybody.

***
I needed to get some things done so I walked to the library during my lunch period. My government essay was due the next period, and I had some editing to do.
The only two people in the library during this time was Greg, and the librarian Mrs. Brown.
Greg was the cutest guy in school. Although I've never been the kind to go for a boy like Greg, he was different. Not only was he movie-star handsome and incredibly smooth, he was also extremely humble and friendly.
He said hello to me as I walked past him and sat at a computer. It was silent in the library; the only noise was the zipping of the copy machine and the tip-tapping of keyboards. Greg was trying to make small talk with Mrs. Brown, but as she impatiently peered at him from above her wire-rimmed glasses, it was clear to me that she didn't have much time for small talk.
My purse was sitting on the computer table next to the monitor. Suddenly, a buzzing noise was coming from my purse, and the whole thing starting vibrating. Before fully realizing what was going on, my wildly inappropriate, unedited and obnoxious ringtone starting blaring from my purse.
"HEY! You're a crazy bitch but you (F-word) so good I'm on top of it and when I dream - I'm doin' you all night, scratches all down my back..."
I gasped and clumsily fumbled for my phone. I could feel Mrs. Brown's eyes on me; we weren't allowed to have phones at school, and I could essentially get a pink slip for having it on.
Greg was giggling next to me as I finally turned off my little pink flip phone.
"You should probably put that on silent, Holliann." He said coolly as I closed my purse and looked over at Mrs. Brown.
She sighed and shook her head, "I'll pretend that that didn't just happen."
I watched as she turned and went into her office. I was so humiliated, I couldn't even look at Greg. I finished printing my essay and hurried out of the library as fast as I could.

***
"So, what exactly are the plans for this weekend?" Laura asked quietly as she slipped me a piece of gum. We were in the library working on our English term paper; the biggest project of the year.
I shrugged, "Asia's having a Gay Pride sleepover, and we have to bring rainbow themed food. I've got rainbow m&m cookies."
"Nothing specific, just something rainbow?" Laura asked and I replied with a nod.
We went back to typing on our computers. We exchanged small words about the sleepover and about lunch today. I informed Laura that I'd be right back and went to use the bathroom. Because of the bomb threats that had gone on this year, I had to get a bathroom pass from Mrs. Brown before I could leave the room.
I really enjoyed to walk down the hallway alone. When I go to hotels, I like to wander around the hallways. I have always liked to do that.
I wandered into the bathroom and made sure my hair and make up looked fine in the mirror. I walked into the stall and as I closed the door, I found something that changed the rest of my day.
There was a drawing of a small building, and it said 'WHS' on it. Next to the building was a drawing of a bomb, and above it it said 'BOOM'.
I threw all of my books on the floor and jumped back. I had no idea what to do about this, so I ran out of the bathroom and down the hall.
I bolted into the principal's office and shut the door behind me. She looked at me as if I was a lunatic. I was panting dramatically.
"A bomb threat! There's a bomb threat in the girl's bathroom!"
She furrowed her brow and dropped her pen. She sighed loudly and stood up.
"Go to the guidance office, right now. Do not say word to anyone."
I nodded and left the office quickly. I stared at the floor as I walked past some other students. In the guidance office, the secretary and the school counselor were talking about the weather.
I strolled in and both of them stared at me. I sat down in a chair by the door and didn't say a word.
"Can I help you?" The counselor asked slowly after I didn't say a word.
I shook my head, "I can't tell you."
They both looked at each other and back at me, "What are you talking about?" The secretary asked.
"I can't say." I replied.
"Does it have anything to do with our safety?" The secretary asked. I nodded.
The counselor sighed and shut the door to her office, "This is confidential. You can tell me."
"I found a bomb threat." I blurted, "In the bathroom. Mrs. Metta told me not to say anything."
The counselor laughed, "She meant not to say anything to the students. You can tell us."
After I explained to them what I saw, I was instructed not to leave the room. I had to sit there for about twenty minutes until the alarm went off, and the school was evacuated.
As students cleared the school, they all exchanged words of anger towards who ever keeps putting on these threats. When this happens, the school is closed for the rest of the day, and every sporting event and club is postponed. It was really effecting the lives of students who had after school activities.
I met up with Laura and Felicia and told them what had happened. My purse and all of my belongings were still on the floor in that bathroom. The entire school walked to their evacuation locations; ours was a church down the road from the school. We played board games and ate bagged lunches all day that day.