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I made my way through the lunch line, avoiding the slop in the vat of grease at the end. How could anyone actually eat that stuff? It looked like a dog threw up and they were feeding it to us. It was disgusting.
It was Senior year. Graduation was in a few weeks and then it would be summer. I had plans to go to a convention with my group of friends and I was looking forward to cosplaying several different characters at said convention.
"Come on, Kristen. Izzy got some new stickers! Come see!"
Nathan was calling me over to our regular table. Our small group always ate lunch together, ever since Freshman year. Apparently Robyn had new My Little Pony stickers to show us.
I grabbed a fork and plopped down to eat and observe the goods.
"I like that one," Nathan said, pointing to a particularly pink specimen.
Robyn took the sheet and clutched it to her chest. "But I want it for my notebook. You no can haz."
"I still don't understand why you guys like those so much," I said, taking a bite of green beans.
Nathan turned to me with a fierce whirl. "What do you mea-"
It was too late. He had toppled over my orange juice and it was everywhere, in my mashed potatoes, in my lap, even a little on my backpack that sat at my feet.
"Oh no. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'll get some napkins..."
He kept muttering apologies as he went to find a mountain of paper towels. Robyn leaned over the table to look.
"Nice," she said with a laugh.
I nodded, suppressing a smile.
Nathan returned and started wiping up the mess on the table. I took a few sheets to clean my jeans and backpack as he whisked away my tray to get me a new one. Once I finished wiping my pants, I stood and took the bundle of used napkins to the trash can. I dropped them in, wiping my hands with the last clean one and tossed it in after the rest. I was too busy checking the status of my jeans to see that I was about to bump into someone until papers went flying everywhere.
"Oh my goodness. I am so clumsy," I said, dropping to my knees to pick up the mess.
As I gathered each sheet of paper, I took a quick glance at them. They were drawings. One particular picture caught my eye as I picked it up. It was the image of a box, a blue box with a light on top. Though it was merely a sketch with some crayon to add color, it brought back a vivid memory of a time I had seen a similar box. I blinked, shaking the intensity of it away. That's when I saw a circular symbol just underneath the sketch.
"Can I have those back?"
I looked up, eyes wide in wonder. Had someone spoken? I wasn't too sure.
A face, shaped much like a heart, met my eyes. The face tried to smile as her fingers reached for the papers in my hands.
I couldn't believe it. Had she seen the box, too? Had she met him, the Doctor? And the symbol. I looked back down at it. Had she seen them? Was she taking care of them too? My heart was pounding so fast at the thought of having someone like me so close.
"Sorry," I said, handing the sketches over to her.
She took them and stuffed them into her sketchbook. I caught a glimpse of one that had a man in a leather jacket standing in front of another rendition of the box. Maybe she hadn't seen him then...
"Thanks," she mumbled, standing.
I rose with her. I had to ask. I just had to. "That picture, the one of the blue police box, the symbol underneath it. Did you draw that?"
She looked confused. "What symbol?" She pulled the particular sheet out to examine it. "Huh. That wasn't there before... It must have been Emma trying to be funny."
I nodded. "Okay. I like the box on there too." So awkward...
She placed the drawing back within the folds of the book. "Thanks. I saw one a long time ago and I can't seem to stop drawing them now."
We looked at each other for a moment, both sizing the other up. If she had seen it before, then she must have met him. But the man in her pictures had the wrong face. I had no idea what to make of it.
"Well, I'll see you later," she said, starting to back away.
"Yeah," I agreed, starting back to my table. I thought maybe I could talk to her again, ask her about when she saw the police box, but when I turned back around to ask for her name, she was gone.