“Life's hard. It's even harder when you're stupid.”
― John Wayne
The day started out like any other High School art club field trip to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I had my sketchbook in one hand, and my best friend, Lindsay’s in the other.
“I need to pee!” I exclaimed, pulling her toward the bathroom. Just as the words escaped my lips, a loud siren began to go off.
“DID I SAY THE MAGIC WORD!?” I exclaimed, whipping my head around, my pixie cut hair flying in the breeze, “WHAT DID I WIN!?” I bellowed. I turned to Lindsay, who didn’t look all too excited.
“Please evacuate the building immediately,” A loud mechanical voice came over a loudspeaker I wasn’t aware existed. It was again brought to my attention how much I actually needed to pee. Just as Lindsay went to pull me away, I pulled back, moving toward the bathroom.
“Adaline! We really gotta’ go!” She exclaimed.
“No, I really gotta’ go!” I shouted, motioning with my head toward the bathroom. Lindsay groaned, trying again to pull me, but having no such luck.
“There’s a bathroom near the entrance, use that!” She said.
“THAT’S THE GROSS BATHROOM!” I said, dropping her hand so that I could emphasize just how gross that bathroom actually was. I’m pretty sure homeless men went in there to die.
Lindsay looked at me frantically, her eyes darting toward the exit. I sighed, “Just go. I’ll be like ten seconds, save me a seat on the bus?” I asked, moving back toward the bathroom. Lindsay nodded her head, turning and making her way toward the exit.
I sighed, turning completely and rushing toward the bathroom. Finally! I could relieve myself of the dark matter living within me. Okay, so maybe I was being a bit dramatic, but hey! I really needed to go!
I walked into the bathroom, making a beeline for the stalls. I noticed then that there wasn’t actually anyone else here, which meant I was free to pick any stall I wanted. Hey! I could pee in more than one if I wanted to - or, well, had the ability to stop and start my pee.
After relieving myself I moved out of the stall, pushing up the sleeves of my long sleeved striped black and white top, and washing my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes immediately catching my hair. It was crazy how quickly it grew back after... Well, I won’t bore you with that.
I walked out of the bathroom, noticing that the place was now completely deserted. I cocked my brow - okay, it did not take me that long to pee. These people were acting a bit ridiculous, whatever the situation was.
I pulled my phone from my pocket, shooting a quick text to Lindsay to ask her what was going on, before I noticed the amount of battery my phone actually had. About 10% I sighed, stupid iPhone, stupid horrid battery life.
I made my way toward the closest exit, the flashing green sign illuminating the dimly lit room. I sighed - did they really need to keep this place pitch black? I mean, I can see the fish completely fine without their fancy ass lights, thank you very much. I walked up to the door and pushed, following the direction so kindly written across the handle. No go. I sighed, were the directions wrong? Could that be possible? I suppose so, anything is possible.
I pulled the door with all my might, and still came up short, unable to get it to budge. I sighed, turning on my heel and making my way toward the main exit. Would they lock the doors just like that? What about the stragglers like myself!? Or the old people who couldn’t walk that fast!? Those poor old people would be locked in here forever! Well okay, maybe not forever, but as long as those doors were locked.
I walked up to the door, going through the same routine I had earlier. I pushed, then pulled, and then went as far as to try to slide the door either way, figuring that it had to open somehow.
“Door’s locked, man,” I heard an Australian accent say. My eyes widened and I turned, my eyes meeting a shaggy blonde haired boy, standing with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a flannel shirt that was buttoned up to his neck, and a pair of black skinny-ish jeans.
“You can’t be serious!” I exclaimed, turning and trying the door again.
Push, pull, slide left, slide right, slide up, slide down. Nope, nothing.
I was trapped in the aquarium.
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this has been a prologue, with Annaleigh.
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Fish Food
Humor"Door's locked, man," I heard an Australian accent say. My eyes widened and I turned, my eyes meeting a shaggy blonde haired boy, standing with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a flannel shirt that was buttoned up to his neck, and a pair of...
