THE OTHERS

Chapter 5: Mistake

We raced down the corridors to the lunch room, and I wondered how she could possibly know. What if she was the one who- no, I don't think so.

That's when it all started.
"Amber, the lunch room is that way," I told her after she turned left instead of right.
"I know, I never said we were going there," she shrugged, without looking me in the eyes. I remembered what we said in the Music room.
"Yes, you did! I said I wanted to go to the lunch room, and you said you were coming!"
"Alright then, I agree I said that."
"So we're going to have lunch?"
"No, come here," Amber pulled me down another of the twisting corridors. I wondered what Sam was doing.
"Sam will be fine, come on! Hurry!"
"Okay- wait when did I say anything about her?" I said suspiciously.
Amber didn't answer me, she just marched along the halls.
"This is taking awfully long, don't you think? Where are we going?" I asked after a while.
"Be patient," she still looked in front of her, never looking at me when she talked.

About 30 seconds later, Amber stopped at a door labeled 'cupboard 3' and knocked on it. For two minutes, we had been walking in the old section of the school, where the rooms were only used for teacher's meetings and janitors' rooms. It is a boarding school after all. A very massive one. Amber pushed on the rotting wood, and, as if on cue, the bell rang.
"Let's go back to class," I suggested, brushing a cobweb out of my tangly hair. My hair is the most common shade of light brown, not even blonde like Sam's. Especially not like Amber's jet black locks.
"No, it's alright. I have permission to 'calm you down' from Ms. Baker. She looks like a piece of bread."
I laughed, remembering I'd also noticed that.
"And this is supposed to calm me down by...?"
"Oh Lizzie! Didn't you notice it was a cover for coming here! You are very ignorant," she exclaimed, showing slight frustration but fixing it with a beaming smile after that.
Amber knocked on the door, in a series of hard to soft, long to short taps, as if it was Morse code.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
"Come on, Lizzie! I have something to show you."
The door closed with a bang, and we were left in pitch darkness.
Amber muttered, something, as if it were a password. Nothing happened.
"Lizzie, this is cupboard 8, right?"
"No, it's 3, why?"
"Oh no," she groaned and muttered a curse under her breath.
"What- AAAGH!"
I couldn't finish my sentence. An invisible (I mean, we couldn't see anything, so I guess everything was 'invisible') force was pulling me down, and the same was happening to Amber.
"Welcome, girls..." said a malicious voice, sending chills down my spine. Wind like a hurricane blew around us, flashes of lighting ripped through the air. Rain poured as if the sky was a bucket.
"What? This is a room, for goodness's sake! How?" I exclaimed, raising my voice enough so Amber could hear me. I could see her between the flashes of lightning. She stared into the distance, then closed her eyes. One final gust of wind and everything went quiet and black. Again.

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