A/N: So hey everyone, I have a new story for you that I've been working on. Its' not going to be a long one, maybe three chapters or so. But I hope you all enjoy my short story. I know it was fun writing it, and no this has never happened to me before. But it would be pretty cool...anyways read on!

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Locked In:

How do I constantly wined up in messes like this?

Sometimes I think I'm a body magnet, drawling in trouble. Sucking it in my pores. It's hopeless to say the least. And it pisses me off.

I blew out a breath, declining my back against the blue mat wall. Slowly I slid down, until my butt hit the gym floor with a plop. I was only supposed to hand in my late homework assessments –I would have failed otherwise. Stupidly on my part, not only did I not hand those in, somehow I ended up locked in my school gym for the night.

I closed my eyes, as the last few minutes played in my head.

"Stupid teacher, stupid school….stupid homework." I mutter angry under my breath, picking up my walking to the point I was almost sprinted through the empty halls of my school. My History teacher had giving me a dead line to hand in all my missed assessments. Of course she had to give me a dead line. If I was not walking through her door at four o'clock on the dot, she would slam the door in my face, and send my ass to summer school. Her words not mine.

It was now 3: 57.

I still had a hall and a quarter to reach my destination, before I was safe…and had my summer to myself.

I ran faster.

The thought of gross sweaty body's, non-air conditioning rooms and the bulky text books of History had me motivated to run faster. I discarded the rule of 'No running in the halls' and ran like hell. I just had to get there.

The History door came into view, coxing me closer. Conjuring my leg strength, I ran faster like I was in a race against death. To me I was.

Closer,

Closer,

And….

SLAM!

The whole of my body slammed hard into the LOCKED door. Gritting my teeth in pain, I slid my hand down the wood door, and jingled the doorknob, desperately. It was locked. I peered through the upright square glass door. The classroom was vacated, no Miss Primero in sight.

That lying-no good for nothing-history addict junkie!

This was not good. Not good at all. I looked around the hallway, and then down at the sheets in my head (the ones that took me a whole day and night to complete). Then a light bulb went off in my head. I smirked, bending on one knee, so the gold knob was on eye level with me. I smoothly slid a body pin out of my hair. Gliding the pick of the pin into the lock, I jiggled it around. Leaning my ear close, to here that click that will save my summer.

I wasn't really an expert at pick locking, but I knew enough from my younger sister Ella.

And that was enough for me.

"Hey! What ya doing!"

The voice froze my body, still I had the tip of my body pin jammed in the lock. A janitor strutted down the hall. Mop in hand, eyes on me. Shit…I stared hard at the fast approaching janitor. One thing I knew….I had to get out of here. Fast.

So I did.

"Hey!" He called "Get back here!"

Yeah, not a change buddy.

I ran back down the hall, out of breath. My hand clutching at my stomach. The worst noise reached me, him running after me.

"I demand you to stop!" He yelled.

Uh….nope.

I ran, sneakers slapping down the hall. I approached the staircase, skipping a few in my hast to get away, close to almost face planting.

"Get back here!"

Gotta stop me first...

I bit my lip, stopping at the bottom. C'mon Max, think. The gym door I saw was like a piece of heaven. And I swear I saw a glow gloss over it. I threw my body towards it, slipping inside, gently closing the door behind me. Quite, I listened, slowing my breathing. I heard him running pass the gym door. I dropped my head in relief. I was so happy I got out of that one. I looked around. I best hole up in here until I was sure it was absolutely in the clear.

It didn't take long for my semi-crappy day to go hurdling towards the worst day of my life.

The lights flickered off.

The gym doors clicked locked.

My eyes widen, and I reached a hand out to the door, but drew it back when a saw a shadow of a (I'm sure the janitor from earlier) shadow play over the wide stained glass window. I cursed, quickly darting down out of sight. I held my breath for a few minutes. When I was sure he was gone, I jolted to my feet, quickly trying the door. It wouldn't budge an inch.

I was locked in my school gym for the night….

So a simple hanging in overdue homework ended up me being a prisoner in my own school gym. Lovey isn't it? I glared at the sheets still in my hand. Out of everything I've been through the suckers are still glued to my hand. They couldn't have dropped, maybe even been a way for the janitor to slip and fall. Of course not, instead they choose to mock me.

I really hate History.

In an angry fit I threw the sheets….they didn't make it far, but each piece fell slowly towards the floor like snowflakes, scattered around.

I was so screwed.

The gym lights were off, only a few certain blubs cast a dim glow, lighten the place up eerie. My gym was pretty big and wide, basketball hoops attached to thick poles were now flat to the ceiling, only during the day there out. Also we had bleachers that almost reached the ceiling, and on each side of the room had a door. One marked 'boy's locker room' and the other 'girl's locker room.'

My stomach growled interrupting my thoughts. I pat my stomach, frowning. That's right I missed lunch today, choosing to make sure my missing homework sheets were perfect. Well that was pointless.

Reaching in my pocket, I dug around for some money. Luckily I had a few dollars, standing I made my way towards the girls locker room, making sure I stomped on my stupid History sheets on the way. Pushing the door open, I looked at the candy machine gratefully. I need junk badly. Also sugar will help me think of a way to get out of here. I went to slip the money in the slot, when a loud bang had me stiffen, then a cruse. I stumbled back from the machine, and turned on my heels, to face the locker room. Nothing, the locker room was empty. I looked back at the machine, thinking I was just hearing things, but the tiny room that was our coaches office, was right next the the machine. A face was peering through her window.

I screamed bloody murder...

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