I swear it wasn't my fault, I didn't intentionally lock myself and my mortal enemy into a supply closet. Why would I do that anyways? Now thanks to the stupid self locking doors, we're stuck and I don't like it one bit. I've been trying to control my breathing and not get a panic attack while Andrew, my enemy, tries to find a way out. This makes me more nervous because I am stuck in a room with the definition of stupid. Who knows what kind of scheme he could come up with. He could probably find some way to burn down the whole building without even trying. I have to trust him for us to get out. Let's just hope my sanity stays in tact long enough.
A/N: I know this extremely short. But I wanted to start the story off with a shorter chapter. Bye.
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The Rant Book of a Teenage Girl
RandomThis is the rant book of a teenage girl. (By the way, this is actually a fictional story with some of my personal experiences tied in)
