¨Quickly students, under your desk Now!" Mrs. Wheeler yelled as the sirens of the bomb warning blared in our ears! As I tried to get under my desk, I tripped and it caused me to yell ¨Damn!" ¨detention Irene¨ Mrs. Wheeler shouted. ¨Shit¨ I whispered under my breath! I grabbed the yellow piece of paper, with cursive smeared all over the place. Making my way down the narrow hall, I came to a old rustic, brown door I grabbed the nob and walked in. Everyone was quite my best friends Margret was in the corner read the new issue of Vogue snapping her gum. ¨Hey, why are you in here?¨ I asked confused ¨I screamed we all are gonna die!¨She said with a smile. I sat down with a grown. The hour slowly moved along, I pulled off all the dead skin off my thumb.
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Spiritüel¨Quickly students, under your desk Now!" Mrs. Wheeler yelled as the sirens of the bomb warning blared in our ears! As I tried to get under my desk, I tripped and it caused me to yell ¨Damn!" ¨detention Irene¨ Mrs. Wheeler shouted. ¨Shit¨ I whispere...
