Not Where, But When

Chapter 2: Please!

    "Rougher than normal?" I said slowly with my tone inflicting upwards at the end. I guess Cynthia didn't bother asking about my tone because she didn't say anything. She continued to tease Justin about something as they walked ahead of us. "Wyatt? What's going on?" I asked.

    "We're heading to lunch?" Wyatt asked cautiously.

    "...I mean what happened? With the black out? And the storm? And GPA for that matter," I said semi-franticly. I can't be the only one stuck in the past!

    "I don't know," Wyatt said nonchalantly. That's a reasonable answer, right? Wrong! The problem is, Wyatt would've answered that way in high school, because he didn't know about those things! What do I do if I'm the only one stuck here?

    I inwardly groaned. "How old are you?"

    "Well, it looks like I'm 17," Wyatt said carefully. "I'm supposed to be 27 though."

    A huge burden was pulled off my shoulders. "Couldn't have you just said that we came from the future – present earlier?" I asked. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

    "Well, you should've phrased your first question better," Wyatt retorted lightly. "We should meet in the band room after school today."

    "That sounds fine except we're supposed to go to Phoenix Art Academy class today after school, and you're supposed to be driving a third of us over," I said. "Also, did Luke and Jessica travel back too?"

    Wyatt shrugged, refusing to answer my question. "Yeah, I know. Let's just head to lunch before people get curious about our whereabouts." We silently walked the rest of the distance (about three feet or so) to enter the Cafeteria. There was a huge Hot Lunch line. It was more of a clump of a number of the people from "The Big Girl Group" and "The Sports Pigs." I'm sure that only one of them actually has a lunch and the rest of them are hanging around – just because.

    "Why aren't the lunch monitors telling them to stop clogging the line?" I asked Wyatt, gesturing in the general direction of the Hot Lunch line with my head.

    Wyatt shrugged. "I don't think it's that much of a problem yet."

    "But they made an announcement about it," I pointed out.

    Wyatt shrugged and we continued to make our way to the back doors of the cafeteria where our table was located: near the doors. We passed tables of "The Yolo Swag Jerks," which is consisted of smaller groups separated by grades. If memory serves me correctly, the majority of them are on the football team, and the rest are the behavioral issues of the school. Their tables were so messy and lunch barely started! Upon seeing the clean table top of our table which is situated far away from "The Yolo Swag Jerks," it reminded me of how glad I was that the seniors chose that table, despite it's less-than-ideal location. Some of the other tables – like the ones "The Yolo Swag Jerks" use – are just gross. "Hey, what took you two so long?" Emily Tam asked. In the future – well, present, Emily is another fellow art teacher.

    "Angelina's just slow at walking," Wyatt said nonchalantly taking his spot between Justin and Cynthia. I took my place in-between Kate and Emily.

    "Hey!" I exclaim. "We're not all giants like you," I said pointing a accusing finger at Wyatt. "You have the biggest strides of all of us!" Wyatt put his hands up in surrender and shrugged.    

    "We're not all tiny with tiny strides to match," Wyatt retorted, pulling out a juice box.

    "I'll let you know that I am average height," I retorted crossing my arms over my chest. "And that I have average-sized strides!"