11.2: Harmfully Harmless

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Past

I turned the knob to open the door to the Supply Room, certain that it would be open, but it seemed to be locked.

I didn't lock it, how could I have? I only know that the Supply Room is left unlocked all the time. It's where me and my buds come to hang sometimes, and we haven't gotten bust yet.

But why is it locked? Who could've locked it? Probably one of the staff members. Maybe it was a new rule announced in assembly that I didn't listen to.

As I've gotten older, I guess I've started to stop paying attention to things. I remember when I was in Grade 8; I was such a loner, always felt like the world was against me. I would instead be hardworking, and do my best in actual schoolwork rather than being social.

I continued like this until halfway through the year, and that was when I met someone in Grade 11, someone unlike anyone else. He was kind to me, giving me a helping hand in everything. Within a year and a half, I started making friends with people all around the block, and I was built up to who I am now, but I couldn't have done it without the help of him.

So Cameron reminds me of myself in a way, she too strayed away from the media, and became the black sheep of the Grade. How do I know? I can see it. I will look after her, that's a pledge.

Hmmm, I could only pick up the scent of Izzy and.. Wait is that Cameron's scent too? I started piecing together what had happened, why Izzy walked from this direction with such a smile on that face.

What a witch, she went and locked that little Eighth Grader inside. I started to over think, how did she get the keys? And how come I didn't even know this room even had keys?

I started looking around for any other way to get in, then I looked up. I saw a drainpipe leading to an open window into the Supply Room. Bingo.

With ease, I swiftly climbed up the pipe and perched on the window sill. Why was it so dark in there? Is there even a light bulb? It wasn't always this dark as far as I could recall, but then again I hadn't been in here in a while.

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