Personal Narrative-Home

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Marisol’s eyes darted back and forth across the hallway. Empty. She checked her watch. “ten minutes to the bell.” She thought. “Just enough time to get in, and get out.” Marisol stared at the door marked TEACHER’S LOUNGE. No students were ever allowed beyond that door, so there must be something amazing on the other side. She did one more hallway check. still empty. She sprang from her hiding place and across the small hallway to the doorway of the teacher’s lounge. Marisol took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. The room was black. Black walls, Black ceiling, Black floor. The only furniture in the room was a stone table in the center of the floor. In the center of the concave tabletop was a pool of glowing blue liquid. Marisol was …show more content…
Derbidge and got their scrubs. She then led them to the end of the hallway where there was a door. The green glowing exit sign shone like a beacon above the door. Mrs. Derbidge put a hand on the door and turned to the students. “Once you are through this door, you must put on your scrubs for your own safety,” She said to the group of students. Marisol raised her hand. “But Mrs. Derbidge, if we go outside the snow will suffocate us!” “No buts,” Mrs. Derbidge said. “Go!” She swung open the door and the students ran through. They were in a very large black room with gray stripes of light along the walls. There was a door on the far wall. The door closed behind them and disappeared. Shandon turned and put a hand on the spot the door had disappeared. He turned to look at the rest of the group. “Solid wall,” He said. “The only other way out is that door.” Shandon pointed to the door on the far wall. Melanie, the closest to the door walked over and tried to turn the handle. “Locked,” She said. “What if we-” A voice cut her off. “Hello new recruits. This is your principal, Dr. Traviño. You are no doubt confused, worried, and a bit
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