#marionteague

WHERE: Wheeler High School WHEN: June 17, 2:00 pm WHO: @marionteague​

You’ll be moving to room 112 next year!

As if that was supposed to be good news.

It has two windows!

Well, holy hell! What a bargain!

Irene had kept a tight smile and had nodded along with the orders she was given at the end of the school year. A new room meant losing two square feet of space, but she had been assured that it was a good move. After all, who would want to pass up on the beautiful vistas Wheeler High’s parking lot? AND she was close to the fire escape, which meant she could duck out earlier than the rest of the faculty. Never mind the fact that she stayed late for the Arts & Literature Club -- - paltry though it was - -- or the fact that she tutored after school. Irene Wilder should have been happy to leave her post at the closing bell.

She wasn’’t.

Instead, she stood in her room and dismantled decorations with little to no precision. Delicate artifacts were tossed into a box while she pondered whether it was worth salvaging streamers or buying more from the local bargain store. A considerable amount of time was devoted toward decision-making before she even noticed a shadow in her doorway. As soon as she did, however, Irene turned to face a most welcome intruder in the form of Marion Teague.

“What a week.” The sentiment is dry when it passes her lips, but it lingers nevertheless. “Are they making you move as well, or do you just come here to get away from the smoke and corpses?”