Choices: A Short Story

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Walking through the doors of my school is like getting ready to accept the ultimate death. However, this isn't much of an exaggeration. Everyday when I walk into those doors, I never know if I'm going to make it out alive.
When I walk in today, I quickly sprint to my locker, hoping I won't get caught up In a huddle of misfits, and my friends. If I do, I know I won't even make it to my first class, they never do.
On some days, I get to school, hurry and am at my first class before they even get here. Other times they don't even come. I'm hoping today will be one of those days.
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I open the doors and walk in quietly, cautiously. I look up and down the halls before emerging into the heavy flow of foot traffic. I keep my head down, and walk swiftly to my locker. I am almost there, just a few more steps...BANG! The hard metal of the locker slams against my head as she pushes me into it. "Where do you think you're going?", she asks, almost as if it wasn't even a question. I shut my eyes and wait for her to go away, even though I know she won't. Suddenly, I hear other voices start to surround me and begin echoing on the inside of my head. Then, I slide down the lockers, and lay still and cold on the dirty floor. My vision blurs, and everything disappears.
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Not finished, keep checking back for more parts. Short story about peer pressure- fiction and has nothing to do with my own experiences. Thanks :)