Chapter Seven
It was a different love nest, but the same old dream – at least at first. This was where all the scouting and planning and charting of schedules paid off. High school lore had passed down from grade to grade for decades that the best place to get away with stuff was the Arts Wing.
There were more than just classrooms down there. The auditorium alone boasted a wealth of coverts. From the projector booth to backstage to the catwalks above there were any number of nooks and crannies where students could sequester themselves when in the mood to cut class, sneak cigarettes, smoke dope – or make out and grope.
Even better were the band rooms, at least in tenth-grade Karl’s opinion. These featured soundproofed cubicles where lone students could be sent to practice their instrum
