The guidance counselor escorted me inside.
The doors glided open automatically,
and something beeped at us.
A metal detector.
The inside of West Campus smelled
faintly like medicine, reminding me of a hospital.
The cafeteria did not have any food odors.
It was spotless, and a scent of bleach
lingered in the air.
Lindsey sat in the center of the room,
wearing a short-sleeved uniform—
navy blue and ironed to perfection.
Every one of her cuts was visible.
Some of them were bright red.
When she saw me,
the corner of her mouth lifted
in what could have been a smile
or a leer.