Through the Windows

On a rainy day, the Seniors left us. What staff was free ushered them out of the building and onto the lawn as we watched them through the grey rain. We had the famous 'snow watch' view from Keller's Chemistry Lab, and it served us well one final time. We waved, they waved, all smiles, let's pretend we're happy. There is some happiness, but mostly for them. For those that remain, there is mostly ending.

Angie danced with her Umbrella.

Then Billie and Layla came out as well and the three of them ran down to our room, knowing full well that Keller lacked the energy or will to do anything about it. So we chatted with them. About nothing. With Layla, especially, it was nothing. She returned Stephanie's "CATS" recording - she had borrowed it in her Sophomore years. Then we talked about Anime Club, and the three of them begged us to fight the dubs with everything we had. Alas, we had and have nothing.

Ah, it was especially nothing. Angie and I wondered who was taller, and she climbed in the window to settle it for once and for all. The results? Angie > Miranda > Stephanie. But the differences are negligible. Particularly when Stephanie wears her combat boots.

Goodbye Angie, lovely reading voice, wonderful mind reader, simultaneously clumsiest and lithest of all her class.

Goodbye Billie, the ever cheerful, brilliant poet, brilliant artist, the one who never took herself too seriously, and that was a rarity.

Goodbye Layla. I'm glad you came.

I'm glad.

Even if we couldn't say anything between Angie and Billie and Stephanie.

Even if pride would bar us from what we would say, anyway.

I'm glad.