I glanced around to check if the policeman was distracted by something, and thankfully, he was reading a book titled something I couldn't understand in Welsh. I slowly came to my feet and edged towards the red box that lay on the floor. It was a toolbox, which I had assumed belonged to the sleeping man in a high-vis jacket in the room which the box was outside of. The toolbox did not seem as big on the inside as it did from the outside, almost as if the base of the box was raised. I slyly removed a hammer and slid it into my pocket, hiding it under my shirt. You never know where that could come in handy.
The more I looked at the toolbox, the more suspicious I became of it and it's small interior. I looked back at the policeman, who was still reading, and in at the sleeping man, who hadn't moved. I lifted up the foam base of the toolbox and, sure enough, there was something underneath the foam. A timer strapped to a small black box began ticking down from 01:00. Jumping up in panic, I noticed the sleeping man was not asleep anymore. He was instead smiling at me through the window. I looked at him disgustedly and shouted BOMB!!
I took it upon myself to take care of the bomb, and, thinking quickly, I picked up the box and burst through the door of the sleeping man's room. (He wasn't sleeping anymore, of course) Sprinting in, he stood up to stop me, but I caught him in his left temple with my hammer which I swiftly equipped. Knew I would need it. Opening a cabinet beside where the man's body was slumped, I threw the box into the cabinet, followed by as much of the man's body that I could fit in to try and conceal the blast. After that was done, I ran out of the room and joined the array of people already rushing out of the hospital.
While making my way towards the exit, I thought about whether it was a coincidence that this bomb appeared in a hospital with three teenage convicts. Was that man following us? Or was he just a terrorist that happened to be in the same hospital as us? All of my thoughts were halted, however, as the hall exploded behind me...

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New School
Teen FictionWhen Conor, a 13 year old boy, moves to a new school, he finds it difficult to fit in and make friends, and is mocked by many in his class. This follows him and his struggles as he fights through school as well as he can, and how he gets his revenge...