THE RADICALS

The dodgy Elavator

It's now 5 o'clock.  5 O'CLOCK!!!
I am sick of all of this, I am struck with cluelessness and I just plainly want to get out. Yes I am still here waiting with Iva. And yes it has only been fifteen minutes but the time is going so slow it is going slower than a turtle dragging a slug by a harness. I can't help but think that we have just walked into a trap? What if this is a murders lair? What if this was the home of a radical? What if we just walked into a kidnapping? I see these things on the news all the time. These day things like this happened so frequently that it is a surprise when something not terrible is on in the new of a moring. There is something new everyday. It is most usually about what has happened to those who have had run in with radicals after curfew or just have run into radicals. As you see the nights are the worst, it has always been as far back as I can remember just not to go out in the dark. That's when the action happens. If you are caught by the guards out after curfew you get listed and questioned. I have told Iva of my idea that it is a murderers lair and she just shrugged it off saying that I myself had said my principle had told me to come here. That that meant nothing bad was going to happen. I have decided in the 15 minutes that felt like a lifetime that I am going to take every opportunity I can, I need the freedom of a new room. I don't care about this program or this meeting thing, it can't be that important of we have to wait this long to find out what even is going on. My ears prick up, I hear a faint sound of footsteps and a turn around tapping Iva on the shoulder.
'Iva, I hear footsteps.' I say and we both eagerly get up and go straight to the door. The useless grey door. We are not the only ones either. The boys have done the same.
'Are you guys making a run for it?' a boy with rusty Ashe blond hair says. He was tall and had a soft face and muddy eyes.
'Definitely, I am not staying in this horrid room anymore!' Iva says with confidence as she plays with her hair over her shoulder. The rest of us just nod. It is going to be a surprise to whoever opens this door to find the five of us staring right back at them. We all stand here waiting as the clunk of shoes grows louder. POP! the door slides open and I am defiantly no-where near the first one to move. The guy with the rusty Ashe blond hair shoots out ahead with Iva in a run along with another guy, so I am left with the last boy.
'Wait so we are actually running' I say as me and the other boy start to run. We run past these oddly uniformed guards, there were three of them. They wore the normal guard white uniform but it was different at it had navvy blue on it and they wore these ridicules headsets. That is the reason why I believe they didn't catch us or stop us or anything like that, because they probably couldn't even see us through their headgear. We run and try to catch up, Iva basically runs like an Olympic champion, so I guess when she was talking about her coach and her missing practice that was a pretty good indicator that she was going to be a fast runner. She just has ran ahead of every single one of us. One of the guys I was closest to was average height, a bit round the chubby side and had boy band styled black shaggy hair. He is puffing really badly and is trying to keep up to everyone else. I feel like helping him in someway but I have no idea how. The other guy in the group was very short and skinny and had pearly white hair. I seriously could not look at him while he runs because it is the funniest thing ever. His run is more of a waddle and a skip with his arms swinging in various directions. I feel bad for laughing but it is the funniest thing. We finally have reached the reception desk as the end of the very extremely long hallway. The bear boxing happy meal eating lady was luckily gone. Iva presses the elevator button and we all wait in suspense, but the elevator just doesn't come. The guards didn't seem to follow us, they are probably locked in the room with the Brocken door that people won't let you out of.
'I believe the elevator door is broken.' the small boy that had the waddle run says in a very monotone voice. He seems to still be running on the spot though. The sentence sounded so un-lively  and as if he were giving very important news.
'How do you know that?' the tall guy with rusty Ashe blond hair asks.
'Because when you press the button a light will usually go on in the up triangle. So I believe the door is broken.' he says still running in the spot. I  walk up to the elevator and start pushing the button, I keep on repeating to press the button but nothing seems to happen.
'Slow down there you only need to press the button once' the tall guy says.
'Well I just happened to press it a few hundred times more than that.' I reply
'What are we going to do' the short guy squeals running faster on the spot.
'What are you doing' the third boy band hairstyle guy says wheezing.
'I happened to be busting to go to the toilet and I have happened to have needed to go to the toilet for the past half an hour.' he says running his type of run even faster. The third guy is really puffing now, everyone's attention seems to be on him.
'Are you alright do you need a puffer?' I ask as he puffs even more
'I don't need it. I will only use it when I do physical activity' he gulps a big lot of air.
'Well use it we don't want you to suffocate in front of us. You just did a minute of physical activity just then.' the tall guy says. The puffing guy seems to consider this but he does not seem happy about it. He grabs out of his pocket a puffer giving us the dirty eyes as he looks at us. Then turns away to the side as he takes to big puffs.
DING