Who knew that an Orono Burger King could hold so many people? I've stopped in with the intent to grab a quick bite to eat but now it seems I've committed myself to at least a ten minute wait. I could have just left, slipped passed the growing line high school boys and girls clad in matching wind suits. They're defiantly not from around here; the green of Old Town or the maroon of Orono is no where to be seen on this bunch, they're clad mostly in greys and blues.
They're a motley bunch, a mix of girls and boys ranging from tall to short, think and thin. It's the usual variety one would expect with the ebb and flow of clicks mingling due to the collective spirit of the team. They shuffle slowly along in a line towards the waiting employees behind registers that wait to take their order, their features schooled in a practiced mask of politeness and warmth. I can somewhat empathise with the staff here: They seem like a good bunch of kids but there's a whole lot of them!
As the line gets shorter the octaves in the room climb. The team has started to seat themselves about the dinning room with their paper bag meals and are chatting up a veritable storm about the meet, the schools they faced, the team gossip, who's hair was funky, what bands they liked. The conversation mingled and mixed to become a constant thrum. As it finally came to be my turn to order one voice rose above the din and a small moment of silence followed.
"Ok! Clean up and let's go!"
While the conversation had been loud the clean up was just as much so with a great clattering of trays and chairs scraping against the floor. I looked over my shoulder to watch the chaotic, yet oddly efficient, exodus of the team. Their trays piled up haphazardly on to of trashcans, half the actual trash having managed to make it's way into the proper receptacle. As the last teen leaves the restaurant I shake my head and look back at the cashier who can't quite hide the stricken look that crosses her face as she looks out over the aftermath.
"Sorry about that....can I just get a drink?"
Maybe think about giving the school literary magazine a look at this one. Description is very hard, for me at least, but here by inserting yourself in, you manage to really create a scene, lots of visuals and aurals.
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