Two young boys stood before before the weather stained door.
“We shouldn’t be here Terry, you know what Mrs. Kilgar’s going to do to us if she finds out?” The taller of the two turned his head, looking back at the lunchroom door he aquinted his pale blue eyes in the morning light.
“She’s not going to find out, Bo, remember? She out of town for the week? And the vice principal never watches it.”
Terry was smaller, with dark hair. He impatiently pushed at his friend, regaining Bo’s attention.
The blue door sat in the brick wall, sagging under the weight of the brick building. Painted wood stuck out in small splinters flaking away to gray.
“Remember when Harry from the sixth grade tried to get in here? They had to move schools, even cities! Did you see his face when the ambulance took him away? Do you remember the blood?”
Terry nodded, his mouth set in a grim line.”That’s why we have to open it Bo. Don’t you see. It’s not right, whatever’s in there isn’t suppose to be around children. Gosh, it shouldn’t even be in a school.
“No we need to go in there and show everyone what’s going on.”
Bo was silent for a moment and with a heavy sigh said, “You’re right. Let’s get this over with.”
With one more look at the lunchroom windows they ran towards the door.