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Help Im Trapped In A School Story
Help! I’m trapped in a school
I was in English period 7 listening to the teacher mumble on about the latest book he had read, most of the class slouched on their seat, chewing gum. All I could think about was when the bell would ring, it felt like the minutes were crawling on to hours.
Finally the ringing sound of the bell, people jumped up from their positions and made their way to the door, as I was putting my jotter in my folder the whole thing burst from the bottom, spilling all my work onto the floor, I let out a loud sigh and bent down to pick it up, when I had finished I stood back up , I listened for the loud voices of the pupils making their way out of school but instead I picked up silence, I noticed the teacher was gone but all of his belongings still at his desk.
I slowly put down my folder and walked out the classroom, I didn’t know what I was expecting but I saw nothing, I heard nothing. Suddenly my heart started beating so fast I thought it was going to burst out my chest, I thought that surely I couldn’t have been that long picking up my folder. I decided to head to the front door, as I walked down the English corridor I checked in the windows but all I could see was black, it got darker as I got closer to the front door, I was finding it hard to see anything , not even a stream of light from the windows. My palms got sweaty and my legs felt like they were going to collapse.
By now I was just feeling for objects trying to find the handle to the door, It was as if I was just walking and walking with no end, I knew it wasn’t this far…so where was i? Suddenly I picked up the smell of burning mixed with blood, I stood still not wanting to make a move in case someone was there and they heard me, when all of a sudden from a closed room not far away there was a terrifying scream which was cut off by the sound of a roar. By now my feet were moving, all the way back down the corridor, I was pulling at the handles frantically to find them all locked…
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