"Heather...don't freak out, but I think we're locked in." I heard Heather scoff. "Nice try, Veronica, but I'm not falling for it. Open the door." "No, seriously, we're locked in." The red-clad girl walked over to the door and placed her perfectly manicured fingers on the knob. She tried to turn it, but to no avail. After several more attempts, an exasperated moan escaped the lips of the queen herself. "Fucking Christ!" The girl yelled. "Relax, I'll write us a note or something and we can just slide it under the door." I grabbed a pen out of my pocket and my forged excuse note to get out of PE. After fiddling with my pen, I finally came up with the words to write. Moving my pen neatly across the page, I soon heard Heather's voice. "God! Could you write any slower?" I started to write faster, and soon enough, the note was finished. I handed it to the group's leader and she smiled a fakely innocent smile at me. "Thank you, Ronnie." She slid the note under the door and sat down, one leg over the other in the position of one sitting in a throne. "What do you wanna do in this dump until we're, quote on quote, "rescued." I shrugged my shoulders. "It's not like I prepared for this situation, we don't really have anything to do." Heather crawled towards me and pulled up my chin. A bright red crept onto my face. "I can think of a few things." She smirked. Then, the doorknob turned. Just to be expected, I guess.