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Normally, I'm not one to panic. I'm the one to offer sarcasm and help other people relax.

However, this was different. By a long shot.

Instead of other people in crisis, it's me who's in trouble.

I am officially locked in my high-school band room, at night, with no cell phone service.

Oh, and did I mention the fact that the boy I LOVE just HAPPENS to be locked in here as well?

I find this a very, very good time to panic.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," I moaned as I paced. "We gotta…we gotta bust our way out! Nate, find a crowbar…scratch that, help me find a…a…a…" A way to stop panicking…

"Caitlyn, jeez, calm down," Nate said. "We'll be okay…I think. Look, there are still people in the building. They'll find us when they come to…oh no."

"What?" I breathed, afraid to even ask.

"Uh…if I tell you, promise not to break down on me?"

"Okay."

"They've already cleaned here. I saw them. They'll clean up and then leave."

"They WHAT?!"

I'm ashamed to admit…that's when I lost it.

"HELP!!!" I screamed, banging frantically on the door. "LET ME OUT! SOMEBODY!"

"Caitlyn! Stop, stop!" Suddenly Nate's arms were around my waist and dragging me back. "Caitlyn, stop, you'll hurt yourself! Listen to me!"

I was hyperventilating.

"Caitlyn!" Suddenly, he'd pulled me around to face him, and covered my mouth with his warm hand to shut me up. "Listen. To. Me." He said very slowly. "We'll be okay. When the band teacher comes in tomorrow, he'll find us, right? And we'll be okay."

I nodded.

He cupped my face.

"We just gotta have to hang tight for a while, and soon enough we'll be out, got it?" he said.

"O-okay," I breathed.

Ok, Uno, Nate Gray is grabbing my face and holding it really close to his. Dos, he's comforting me. Aw.

"You know, since the band director isn't coming till tomorrow morning, we have no food, or water or, more importantly, a bathroom," I said pulling again from his hold.

"Didn't think of that," he said.

"Obviously," I muttered.

I sat in the director's chair and began slowly spinning in it. Every turn I saw Nate picking up instrument cases and placing them in different cubbies. I began spinning the chair faster. Yes, I am so gonna be sick after this.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" I asked every time the chair rounded past him.

"Alphabetizing the cases, by type, name of owner, stuff like that," he said as he examined two trumpet cases.

"You're seriously joking,"

"No, it relaxes me,"

I decided not to comment.

Instead, I hopped off the stool and walked by the band directors office. Maybe he had a phone in there…I doubted he'd lock the door.

Thunder rumbled, and I realized there was a storm going on.

After several minutes of fumbling with the lock (turns out, the band director does lock his office door) I turned around to ask Nate if he had the time.

Suddenly…everything went black.


I didn't know I could scream like that until I actually did.

"Nate!" I screamed after my wordless cry faded. "Nate, where are you?!"

Last time I'd seen, he was on the other end of the room.

"Caitlyn! I'm right here. Follow my voice," Nate's voice instructed.

"O-okay," I stuttered out, realizing I was trembling.

"Come on. Over here," he said gently.

I took a step forward in the dark, then another. And then another step. All seemed well until…

Them.

The music stands were determined to kill me, it seemed. My foot caught, I stumbled and fell. My hands shot out to protect myself and my left hand landed on a foot of another stand and I heard a sickening crunch.

And then I felt the pain.

I screamed again as the stands tumbled around me, onto me.

"Caitlyn!" Running footsteps, and suddenly, the stands were being ripped off me, then Nate's warm hands grabbed me.

But I couldn't concentrate on that.

"My wrist!" I moaned. "Nate, it hurts, it hurts." Tears ran down my face.

Nate's hands were at my stomach. Slowly, they slid around me and he lifted me from the mess of music stands. I whimpered as the movement jerked my hand.

"Caitlyn, can you hear me?" Nate asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nate," I gasped. "Nate, my wrist…it's…it's broken."


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