Chapter 3

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by bbhru_

by bbhru_

I awoke to my alarm before turning it off, swinging my legs off the bed and looking at the ceiling. I thought about yesterday, getting left to my weird dreams. I let out a frustrated sigh before standing up waking into my bathroom. Once done with my daily morning stuff I started walking out the door in no hurry.
Walking down the driveway way while humming was nice. I looked up to see a few birds, alone with a plane going the opposite of the birds. I wanted to smile but didn't feel like it was needed.
Time skip)))
I walked into 6th period like normal, has if nothing ever happened. And I would like to keep it that way. The halls were crowded, which is understandable but also annoys the living fuck out of me. 'Bruhhhh. Why me?' I thought to my self before I got slammed into a locker.
Hitting my head, already uncomfortable with the position of halfway crouching. It took a second before I realized that. I just got pushed into a locker and was locked in from the outside.'WHAT THE HELL?!' I thought to myself as I peaked through the little opening only seeing a strand of light. But I heard them. Every student was in class, but me.
   I started to hear mumbling from close outside the locker and tried my best making out what they were saying. Then the realization hit me, like if someone punch you square in the mouth knocking your teeth out. I was listening to these guys plan to blow up the school.
   Personally I think many students would panic; not only because they just found out some pathetic excuses of life are trying to blow up the school. But mainly because they wouldn't be able to get out the locker. They would feel scared, weak, alone, you name it.
   But for me I am used to these kind situations, yea maybe this is real and some dream. But that doesn't mean it's not a dream. Not importantly I ain't just gonna be known as the kid that died in a locker. Now that fucking pathetic
   I started feeling around in the locker til I found a pen. 'Ugh.. this we'll have to do I guess' I thought to my self as I started breaking the pen. Pulling it apart as quickly, and silently as possible. Suddenly I found the spring I was looking for, placing the rest of the pen down before meddling with the back of the lock. It wasn't easy if I am being honest. I couldn't see what I was doing or if I was even doing it right. And the amount of movement was limited.
I was getting frustrated with this piece of shit, it was doing more damage then fixing a simple little problem I needed fixed. I quickly wipe the little streams of blood on my shirt before trying again. And again. And again. It has felt like it been hours, yet there still talking about there plan.
   Suddenly I heard a click, letting out a sigh of relief but not daring to open the locker door just yet. 'I guess even in my thoughts I kept doing the things that are around me. Hah I am a muiltytasker now' I said to myself proud.
   I start to hear there foot steps, walking away? 'They really just gonna leave me here if I didn't get out myself?!?' After calming down my thoughts stepped out, taking a side glances before hopping out.
   Landing on my both feet without falling, surprisingly I didn't fall. I started walking to where I thought they went. Personally I was just curious and like the thrill of the chance of dieing. But if someone asks why I am doing this I would say something cheesy instead.
   "I couldn't let my fellow students die" something heroic. I know there only a few students who would do that and not leave the school to save themselves. It pathetic but true.
   But this isn't the case, I hope anyways. I heard a few clicks that drug me out of my thoughts on o what was around the corner. I peaked and looked, there putting something in there. Locker? I was confused, was these not the people from before? Was it a another day dream?
I heard a locker slam before looking back at them as they left. They snickered about something that I couldn't hear. Once they left I walked up to it, opening it, knowing now that this better not be a dam dream.