*knock, bang, knock*, I'm shaking the front door to school. It's June. Gotta get my stuff outta that locker, or "it'll be thrown away", according to the flyers posted around the hallways. I was always the type to take things seriously. But now the doors were locked. How could I get in?
I peered through the door window just as the security guard walked up. He unlocked the door, with a strangely exagerrated smile on his face. I slipped in and thanked him. I was glad not to have just wasted half an hour walking there for nothing.
"I am so glad you're here", he said to me. To a naive, 15 year-old girl, that's actually a compliment. He was the security guard that would pass by me while I was sitting at the foot of my locker. He would walk by me at least five times every time I decided to stay late afterschool to do my homework. I preferred the late bus. It used to take me straight home. I could hear him turn the corner every 20 minutes or so..."gosh, he's good at doing his rounds", I would think to myself. He would look down with that same exagerrated smile, and say hello or nod.
"I'm here to clean out my locker, is that alright? I have to do it now or they will clean it out for me."
"Yes, yes of course. I am so glad you're here."
"Ok, well I have to do that then go." I walked towards my locker.
"Ok, well come find me when you're done". I obviously had no intention of finding him. He was starting to creep me out.
I hurried to my locker, threw out what I didn't need and took what I needed, slammed the locker door shut and headed for the front.
He caught me. "You're not going now, are you? I'm so lonely here. Come," he took me by the arm and looked about. The only private place he could find was the cafeteria. He sat me down.
"I really have to go though..."
He continued, "I think about you all the time. I didn't know when I was going to see you again," he must have seen the fear on my face. He told me not to be scared.
I honestly can't remember what else was said, I was paralyzed. He took my hand and started to kiss it, then moved up my arm. I pulled away. He told me it was ok. I didn't leave. I didn't run. I didn't kick him.
He started to talk again, probably to calm me. It worked and I remember him asking me what my parents do. I told him, "my father is an inspector". That was true, he is a quality control inspector, but the guard understood that he was in some sort of law enforcement, from the tone of my voice. He understood that I was not liking this, but still he leaned in closer, his face near mine.
I don't remember when or how, or what happened in between but I know that, somehow, my limbs cooperated and I was walking out the door. He followed me, begging me to stay. He explained again how lonely he was, his family was back in Columbia. "Oh, I am sorry". Why was I being so nice?
I rushed for the door, "I really have to go now, my parents are waiting". He tried to stop me, with nice words, with desperate words, by pulling on my arm. "No, please stay".
I was outside, finally, and I ran. I ran all the way home, those whole 7km. I was shaking. I wanted to scream and cry. Then I was home.
"Ma, I went to school. The security, he was being...funny...with me". She looked at me, and I watched her expression turn to annoyance.
"That's what you get for going there alone".
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