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Room Number 32B

A/N This is a story I had to write for an English exam... I hope you like it!

Her screams echoed down the empty corridor. I was frozen in place, my mouth wide open. The little innocent girl who had just stood beside me was now gone. We had come so far. I felt warm, wet tears begin to slide down my cheeks. I couldn't let them fall. I had to stay strong for the little girl who I had just lost. She was the one who had got me here.

A few days earlier...

I ran down the empty corridor, endlessly searching for my new classroom. 32B, 32B I kept reminding myself. I hate being new. I sighed as I kept looking for the classroom. 29A, no. 30C, no. Ah, 32B. I remained standing outside, what excuse could I use? Taking in a deep breath I opened the door and winced as it gave a loud creak echoing around the empty classroom. Weird. Empty classroom? School started 15 minutes ago. Maybe I had the wrong classroom? I glanced down at my timetable. "HISTORY: RM NBR: 32B" No? The door clearly said 32B. I edged into the classroom, full of curiosity. It was a mess in there. Paper was strewn across the floor, books were scattered everywhere, the tables were turned upside down and glass was shattered everywhere. I stood in shock for a moment before I slowly moved towards what was presumably the teacher's desk. I dumped my backpack beside the desk as I began to snoop around it, picking up papers, pens, anything that could help me figure out what the heck was going on here. Suddenly I heard a small cough. I wheeled around and struck a piece of paper out defensively. Yeah, I know. Intimidating. I looked around, trying to find where the sound had come from before the voice spoke again "Over-over here," it said. I turned and saw a little girl standing there. She looked no older than 7. She had long brown hair, down to her waist and startling green eyes.

"E-excuse me," she whispered, bringing me back to reality.
"Yes?" I asked calmly, loosening my grip on the terrifying piece of paper in my hand.
"I-I thought I was the only one!" she stuttered out, a wide grin growing on her face. She ran towards me, scaring me a bit, and engulfed me in a hug. I didn't know what to do so I patted her on the back. "I'm Matilda," she introduced, still hugging me.
"I'm... Bea," I responded, totally confused. "Wait... what do you mean 'the only one'?" at that, she drew back, her eyes beginning to well with tears.
"He-he got them. Everyone. All of the-them. Except m-me," Matilda explained, tears now streaming down her face.
"Who is he?" I asked, trying not to make her any more upset. Instead of replying with words, she pulled out.. A piece of paper?
She silently handed it to me with shaking hands. I unfolded it cautiously, expecting there to be something big there or for something to explode. But nothing exploded. No, there was something way worse on the piece of paper...

Curved writing covered the page. Four fatal words written: Watch out little girl. What could that possibly mean? I looked up and saw that Matilda had grabbed my bag and was now standing in the doorway, beckoning me to follow her.

"Come on!" she called with a new found confidence. "We're not safe here," I hesitated for a moment. Surely this isn't happening?
"Are you going to come with me?" Matilda asked impatiently, bringing me out of my thoughts. For a 7 year old, this girl definitely had a lot of attitude.
"Ok?" I agreed, still wary. I awkwardly made my way over to her. She handed me back my backpack and I nodded in thanks, before rumbling sound came from down the corridor. Matilda paled before grabbing my hand and began to walk fast down the other direction of the corridor.

"RUN!!!" the little girl screamed at me after another loud rumbling sound echoed down the corridor, closer this time. I ran as fast as I could. Matilda basically dragged me down the rest of the corridor as the rumbling sound grew closer than ever. She shoved all of her weight against the door, it swung open with ease. With our hands still connected she dragged me across the basketball court, heading to the fence that made border of the school. She was making her way out of the school! I stopped in my tracks, forcing our hands apart.

"Hold on!" I said, stopping her with my words. "Could you please explain to me what's going on here?" Matilda glanced at the door we had just come through.
"Not now," she replied, taking a step back from the school. There was a massive boom from inside. "RUN!!!" she screamed again. This time I obeyed. Whatever was inside that school seemed very dangerous. Just as I exited the school gate, room 32B exploded, sending metal bits everywhere. I screamed at the unexpected blast. I turned around and saw Matilda lying on the ground, metal shards sticking out from her stomach and chest. I felt wet tears slide down my face. No. Not her. The last thing I saw was her limp body, lying on the asphalt before I blacked out.