Choices: A Short Story

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Locked.
I look over at them and they are staring at me. They are out of it, but still aware that I do not want to be there. They walk over to me, and stare. Suddenly, she slaps me. It is hard and awakening. What am I doing?! How could I ever think I could over power them and  actually escape this reality? I am scared, and embarrassed.

"Oh, so you wanna leave?", he questions. "Well, here's the key!", he reaches into his pocket, and throws me the key to the door. I am astonished, but work as quickly as I can. I stick the key through the keyhole and turn, click.

I slam the door open and look out into a long empty hallway. I do not know where I am, but I sprint out the door and run as far away from them as I can.

I run to the end of the hallway and there is an old elevator. Suddenly, this place becomes vaguely familiar. This is where they all used to go after they got a really good deal. I can't remember this place exactly, cause I was pretty oblivious when I was here. But, I know that it isn't far from the school.

I push on the elevator button a few times. Nothing happens, so I furiously knock on the doors, hoping I can make something move. After standing there for about an hour, trying with my life to work the elevators, I accept defeat. I turn around to look towards the other end of the hallway, when I see them walking towards me, tripping as they go.
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Final Part, next.