The Sheriff of Ladies Room Four

Posted: August 1, 2014 by writingsprint in Drama
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Gang fights still raged in the cafeteria, the library, and the parking lot. Teachers had locked the doors to their classrooms to keep them from spreading. Dianna leaned out of the ladies’ room to look down the hall. To her right, a folding steel security gate cut off this hall from the rest of the building. To her left, at the far end of the hall, the cafeteria fight was too close for comfort. She thought she heard radio chatter and the clanging sound of fists and chairs on riot shields.

Behind her, a raspy girl’s voice asked, “What’s going on?”

Dianna turned. The girl was half a head taller than Dianna, thin, with a good makeup and hands less clean than they should have been. She had a green and white bandanna tied to her sleeve, which made her the girlfriend of one of the gang members fighting outside. Her brown eyes narrowed as Dianna blocked the door.

“Sounds like the cops are here.”

“Let me by.”

“No one goes by until the cops get here. Go sit down.”

The girl stepped toward her. “You think you can take me?”

“I can snap you in half with my pinky toe. Sit down.” Dianna voice had the stillness of a mountain lake. She played soccer and boxed with her brothers. One girl didn’t scare her. The gang fight did.

The girl tried to shove her way past. Dianna snapped a quick heel strike to her nose. It was more of an attention-getter than a real hit. The girl stumbled back.

“Ow! Jesus Christ, that hurts! What’s the matter with you?”

And she wanted to go fight? Really?

The gate on her right cranked upward. A group of four officers in their regular blues peered under the gate. Dianna waved. “Hey, guys.”

“Hi, Dianna,” one of them said. It was Donnie, the traffic cop from near her house. “How many do you have this time?”

She looked over her shoulder. She counted heads of the teens sitting on the floor, the counter and the toilets behind her. “About 12.”

The officers lifted the gate the rest of the way up. Two more officers stood behind them. Dianna had seen it before. They were doing a sweep of the building to make sure they knew where all the fights were.

Dianna stepped aside and let Donnie push open the door. “Everybody okay in here?” he asked.

“I’m not!” the girl holding her nose protested.

Dianna started to respond, but Donnie held up his hand. He said, “Don’t say it. I don’t want to know.” One of the other officers tried to get his attention. “Sit tight. Thanks for your help, Di.”

“You know me. Any time.”

Dianna watched them go. She folded her arms, leaning against the doorway like she owned the place. For now, she supposed she did. She was the sheriff of ladies room four.

Photo credit: “Untitled” by Anthony Fine
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