That’s when I recognized the building. This was Park Middle School. My middle school. This was where I met Eloise.
“Hey kid,” I called out, turning around to face her, but she was already walking up the steps and through the doors.
I followed her cautiously. Inside it was dark and empty, the rows of forest green lockers ominous and stiff, like soldiers standing at attention. They framed either side of the hallway and continued in what felt like an endless line. Funny, I didn’t remember this place being so big.
“Hey kid, how did we end up here?” I asked her.
She stopped and glanced over her shoulder, blinking. “I dunno.”
“Do you know this place?”
“Yeah, this is my school.”
“Your school? This was…” I trailed off, my eyes widening.
Wait.
The backpack. The blue hair. This girl was me. Young me.
“Can you not call me kid? My name is Juniper. You can call me June for short.”
“I…do you know who I am?”
She arched a brow. “A bitchy lady?”