"Thank you." Brianna flashed a smile at the cafeteria worker before lugging her tray over to an unoccupied table.
It wasn't hard for her to find an unoccupied table in the spacious Aurora High School cafeteria, especially at this time. Most of the underclassmen were just getting out of classes, while the seniors with cars were surely driving out for lunch. After grimacing at her lunch, she really didn't blame them.
"Is this supposed to be pesto?" Brianna questioned exactly what she had placed in her mouth. She could taste the school's budgetary substitutions to traditional pesto sauce. Garlic powder in place of real garlic, some substitute for the pine nuts (cashews?), and definitely some sort of cheese that wasn't parmesan. "If Nonna were here," Brianna thought, "she'd probably be whacking the chefs over the head with a wooden spoon. This shouldn't be called pesto. It's... I'm not quite sure what it is."
Nonna, who's real name was actually Constanza Battaglia, was Brianna's paternal grandmother, and one of the best cooks Brianna had ever known. She was also one of the firmest women Brianna had ever met. By simply suggesting substituting an ingredient in one of her dishes, Nonna would fire back a deathly glare. It was an amusing thought to think of Nonna working right in the kitchen, berating the staff for their culinary...creations
Upon glancing at her wristwatch, Brianna stood up and picked up her tray. Sure she had time to kill before she had to set up the GSA room for the afternoon's meeting, but she didn't really want to spend it here. As she walked towards the trash can, she heard a loud thud
. Craning her head to investigate, she saw a boy pick himself off of the ground.
Oh! Something fell. Sounded kinda heavy too. Brianna couldn't tell from across the distance of the cafeteria, but she was still going to investigate.
After hurrying over the rest of the distance to the trash can, Brianna emptied the remainder of her culinary torture and turned to travel towards the direction of the fall. By the time she refocused, she'd seen that two people had congregated around the fallen person. Though their backs were faced to her, she could make out the boy standing between them.
Brianna thought back to Sophomore year of high school. Back when she ran for her grade's class president, she took effort into trying to memorize names of her year's class. She spent a good preliminary week before the campaigning began trying to connect names to faces.
That was it. David Russell. She remembered that he often wore those headbands. "He looked straight out of the 60's with his shaggy red hair peeking out from over his headband." Right above that tuft of red hair hung a shoddily strung up banner. "Ah. That's
what must have fallen."
Student Volunteers Club Recruiting!
"Is he really bringing back the Volunteers Club?" Brianna continued to head over, pulling out a pen from her purse.
"Are you guys really bringing back the Volunteer Club?" Brianna asked.