Chapter Two: Watch and be Amazed or confused.

[Oh my goodness! Lol! You got to chapter two! Why thank you! You people can R&R If you want to~ it feeds me X'3 ! ]

The after school experience was rather, different from that of the 'during school' one. Silence encompassing the gymnasium and the hallways while not a soul except that of the janitor or the students who stayed after to practice sports, take photos for yearbook or work on projects on the schools computer.

Though, most students, faculty and general others had left the premises. Save the long figure of one select student. Who was beyond stubborn when it came to this type of thing.

She was going to wait around until she got her way. Even I that meant she was going to have to wait for the janitor to finish buffing the floor in the hallway. Because, she just needed that one single shot, and she would be set for the rest of the last two months of school.

And so here she sat. Just sketching away and waiting till he said he was finished so she could go capture that one moment in time when the lockers were completely alone and in there element of being children's storage units.

Alone…in the eerily quite gym. With no one except herself, save the janitor.

Who she continuously was on high alert for. Being as paranoid as she was. (And blaming to many hours wasted watching 'Criminal Minds', 'NCSI' and 'Bones') I mean! For all she knew he could be a rapist who was spending his parole working here!

Speaking of the janitor.

Her head snapped up, one ear phone almost dislodging itself from her head. Her eyes scanned the man as he pushed the cleaning cart out into the open, stopping only to look up at "The Gobbler" And pat the front, before quickly removing a rag and shinning the spot.

"Maybe that explains why it's always so clean...the creepy janitor shines it!"

She continued to watch him clean off the front, and yet this didn't explain why the sides, which were defiled with sharpie and sketches from, lead pencils and even some engravings would be clean as a dogs bowl at the beginning of a new day. Though, she was capable of shoving that topic to the back of her mind.

Because he was putting an old crinkled dollar into the mouth.

Out of bred in curtsy She was about to shout to him that it was simply going to eat it and give him nothing in return. But she stopped herself, shut her mouth and stared rather wide eyed as the machine took the dollar, and not only accepted such a crude thing but ACTUALLY gave him the soda he had requested. Its insides whirring and spinning to life as it ejected the soda at a speed that would keep it in the basket it landed in.

"That…that things out of order!"

She felt her right eye twitch. Her jaw clenched and she stared at the machine. Was there some trick to this thing that only the janitor knew, was there some magical word you spoke and it would give you what your cravings or thirst desired.

A voice snapped her from her thoughts as she swore he said-

"Thank you"

To the machine. Alright, she calmed herself with an intake of needed oxygen and then looked back down to her book so she could concentrate on something other than the absolutely crazy man across the large, bleacher filled room.

Not lifting her head when she heard him wheeling the cart away. Though she couldn't help it when the familiar "hiss, pop" of a soda can opening, releasing its pent up carbon into the air.

She just sighed, shook her head and stood, the janitor in all his strange glory was done with the hallway she needed. She could move on now. Besides, Lena had other things to worry about. Like getting that shot!

Memories flooding back that she needed to get THAT particular picture sent her scurrying down the steps before the lighting failed her and she was in need of photo-shop for her project.

Jumping the last two bleachers and bouncing down to the floor. Not even registering the black smudge the bottom of her boot left upon the gym floor. Trotting her way over and looking up at the soda-machine when she passed it her insides turned.

Wondering silently if someone was watching her try this out.

Dropping her backpack upon the ground she fished about and pulled out a five dollar bill.

"If this just eats my money I'm gonna un-plug this stupid thing, take it apart and get my money back!"

Putting the money up to the entrance and waiting until it accepted the cash. Her green eyes scanned up and down the surface of the front while she waited. And slowly, it buzzed to life. Lights dinging that she could her pick from the selection of sodas.

With slight suspicion she pressed the button for a mountain dew.

The insides whirred and made noises as if the thing itself was inwardly between handing over the pop or not. Chugging away with its own sweet time and then stalling and going silent.

Her eye twitched once again. A growl forming in her throat and being smothered as she slung her backpack upon her thin shoulders and huffed, giving it one last forlorn look of hatred and disappointment before turning and marching off.

"Clank"

"Chink Chink Chiunk clank"

Her whole body stopped with one fluid motion. Spinning about on her heel and staring at the machine.

There was a mountain dew in the basket. Shinning like it had been waiting for her to dare put her money in the slot for a very long time. As well as her change. Her jaw just dropped.