C - The Claustrum
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Author's Note: I hate to use Stef's and Lena's first names when I'm in Mariana's, Jesus's, or Brandon's P.O.V, but for the purpose of clarity, I'll continue to do so.
Mariana's P.O.V.
One of my favorite places to go is the mall, as unsurprising as that is. The idea that everything that you could possibly need is within a mall is amazing... If I could live in a mall at no cost at all, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Who wouldn't? Anyway I was really craving to go to the mall, and Callie, Brandon, Jude, and Jesus were all in the kitchen eating lunch.
"Hey, guys! Do you guys wanna go to the mall today?" I asked. They collectively agreed to the idea, so we asked our moms for their approval and some money.
"We'll give each of you $50, but don't go too wild with it." Stef said. I couldn't be happier with how this was working out. After all of us got ready, Brandon picked up his car keys, swung them around his fingers, and cheered, "And we're off!"
When we arrive at the mall, we all decided to go to the food court first so that we could eat first, and shop later. In order to get to the food court, we had to take the elevator to the third floor.
"Maybe we should take the escalators," Callie suggested.
"Oh, come on, the elevator's fine", Brandon replied.
"Yeah! Do you really want to be on an escalator with a bunch of strangers waiting to reach the top, or would you rather-" Jesus began when Callie interrupted with "Fine! We can just take the elevator. It's not such a big deal."
So we headed to the elevator and let Jude hit the button pointing "up." As we waited for the elevator to arrive, I asked Callie, who had her arms folded, why she was fuming. She didn't acknowledge my question. It was whatever. The elevator arrived at last, and all, of us got on. Fortunately, it was empty.
"Don't worry guys, I'll push the button," Jesus insisted. He pushed the button for the second floor.
"Jesus, you idiot, the food court's on the third floor!" I reprimanded while pushing the button for the third floor.
"Well, sor-ry." He replied sarcastically. The elevator lifted up to the second floor in twenty seconds and opened up. No one entered. The elevator closed and took off for the third floor when it began to rumble and make the noise of badly grinding gears. The light flickered, then went off, and the elevator came to a halt. We were all quiet, not knowing what to think, when a "no" escaped from Brandon. "You've got to be kidding me," he added.
"What happened?" Jude questioned, as all of us sat in complete darkness.
"The elevator stopped working for some reason." Jesus answered. I immediately checked my phone to see if I could call anybody. I had no bars, and even if I did, I had no idea who I would call. 9-1-1? Who knew?
"Anything?" Brandon asked me.
"Nope."
All of us were dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, except for Jesus, who managed to bellow the word "help."
"It's no use. Somebody would have to notice the elevator not coming up eventually and help us," Brandon stated.
"I told you guys to use the escalator," Callie said softly, but audibly.
"Well, there's no changing it now," Jesus retorted.
"I. Told. You guys. To take. The escalator."
"Callie, what's wrong? Well, besides this, obviously. But it isn't that serious," Brandon assured. "I hate the elevator! I've always been afraid of this happening, and guess what... Here it is! First hand and everything!"
"Okay, Callie, can you calm down, please?" Jesus asked.
"How can I calm down? I feel like the walls are closing in on me right now,"
Callie screamed and began sobbing. Brandon rushed over, feeling for Callie in the dark for her. He found her and attempted to console her. As that happened, I asked, "Are you alright, Judicorn?"
"I guess."
"Are you hungry?"
"No." I walked closer to Jude to hold his hand, and he remunerated the action. After what had been about thirty minutes of unspoken words, with me and Jude still holding on to each other, and Callie settling down with Brandon by her side, the light flickered on. Jesus gasped, and the elevator kicked up again. We all cheered and hugged each other with pure elation. When the elevator opened, we all raced out with open arms and socially abnormal excitement, but we couldn't care less. We'd never taken the elevator again. Now that I look back at it, that could've been a nice bonding experience. The problem was there was too much angst and tension in that chamber that the situation didn't give itself to be one of those could've-been-the-worst-thing-but-we-made-the-best-of-it situations. It was whatever, though.
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