The entrance to the auditorium and the main building had two detectors on each. The auditorium held a few groups of students talking and clowning around.
“Brice, my man,” Shawn who worked as a security guard said, clasping Brice’s hand.
“Shawn, what’s going on?” Brice asked.
“They did tell you there’s going to be a surprise weapon sweep today, right?” Shawn whispered in his ear.
“The kids are losing their learning time," Brice said marching around the wooden framed metal detector. Shawn followed him.
“Wait up, Brice. Let me check these kids in and then we can talk about the dates for the basketball pickup games.”
Brice glanced over to the other security guard and raised his shoulders taking in the smell of her exotic perfume. He leaned toward Shawn. "That's some head-piece the woman guard wears, looks like a tumbleweed." They snickered.
“Don’t go past the yellow line,” she shouted at Qadira for approaching the detector. "Until you’re told.”
Why was she going half-crazy on Qadira? Brice thought, taking in the guard’s beautiful smooth skin and her high cheekbones. Not too bad-looking but that dreadful hair.
Qadira wore her hair full of curls and a face without a trace of makeup. She dressed like she attended a Catholic school with her blouse buttoned to the top and no hair shave off the side like Salt N Pepa. Might have been her stubbornness or her wanting to be unique, she wouldn't follow the new fashion. She was a nerd who carried a Samsonite suitcase, where she kept her books and clarinet. His students had given up teasing her, realizing she wasn't going to change.
“Qadira, you know to obey the rules,” Brice said. Then he put his hands up, motioning for her to move back. She bumped into a girl well along in her pregnancy.
“Come here girl.” Red gestured to the pregnant girl. “Looks like you about due any second.”
Brice didn’t know whether Red was being sarcastic or not. He stroked the top of his bald head standing over her and the student. Red waved her metal detecting wand like a magician around Overdue. While she did her tricks, Shawn dug through Overdue’s purse and took out some personal items.
“Don’t take all that out,” Brice said, holding Shawn’s hand. Shawn loved abusing his power since he lost his power on the streets. Arcadio disfigured him for life.
Shawn slapped his stump against Brice’s hand breaking his grip. “I don’t think you need this maxi pad.” Shawn said, dangling it.
“Stop that and apologize,” Red said, smirking.
“Hey, I was just playing,” Shawn said. “Sorry.”
“This is what the students are talking about Mr. F,” Overdue said, waiting for Shawn to finish throwing her stuff back in her purse. He had the young woman for Pre-Algebra and Algebra and both time she went to her counselor to transfer out. She talked to him in a familiar tone like he understood her gripes. “These guards don’t respect us.”
“We keep this,” Shawn said holding a fingernail file in front of Brice’s face.
Brice rolled his eyes. How did finding that justify his actions? Overdue flipped the bird at Shawn as she grabbed her purse.
“Serves you right, Shawn,” Brice said.
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