April 27, 2010
Pru opened the window from outside. It lead to a blue room. She hauled herself inside, rolled when she hit the linoleum, and proceeded to a desk in the empty classroom. She sank into its recess and unabashedly put her head down, breathing in and breathing out, slowly. When she composed herself, she reached into her pocket for that piece of chalk that she kept there all day--waiting for this moment. Pru stood, flipped a lock of hair back and walked to the front. "This is what's going on," she said calmly, scraping liberal, loopy letters across the chalkboard.