Author's notes: Thank you, all my reviewers!!! :D
I just want to let every one know in a nice way that it's lucyrocks73, not luckyrocks73. Read my author's profile to know why. Well, I tell you know. I think Lucy Van Pelt from the Peanuts cartoons rocks because she has an answer for everything. I don't mean to be rude. I just wanted everyone to know because people have called me that exactly seven times. Once again, thank you.
Crazyfairy- Thank you! I'm not in college yet (although I won't say how young I am, other than I'm younger than sixteen). And I'll try to make the chapters longer. I'm just trying to keep the story moving along. I hope I'll be done by New Year's, because play practice starts and I will have absolutely no time to post chapters.
KwazyKandyPie- I love cliffies- I just don't like when people stat awesome stories and then suddenly stop updating without an excuse. I HATE that.
ChipSkylarkluva9- I love long reviews!!! And tell your friend Chip Skylark I said hi (waves). Dickens? Nah. I'm nothing. Everything I write I hate. But you people seem to like it, and I enjoy writing… Anyway, thank you, and keep reading and reviewing!!!Kinko- Thank you. Keep reading and reviewing!
To everyone- the cover for the "R" key on my computer popped off, so it's hard to press. Let me know if you see a word that's missing an "R."
Whoa. That took almost an entire page!!! And I'm debating on raising the rating to PG-13. Please tell me what you think.
So, here goes…
Chapter Five: D-hall means Death Hall Part IITimmy slowly opened his eyes. He had been unconscious for ten minutes. He examined his injuries. The left side of his face was bruised and bloody from where it hit the wall, and his left wrist was hanging at an odd angle. It probably was broken when he hit the wall, since it had been weakened.
He slowly stood up. Timmy was exhausted- all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. But d-hall wasn't over yet. He thought about going home, but he knew that Crocker would assign another night of torture. He walked into the classroom.
"Ahh, Turner," said the voice he had been dreading, "I'm glad you woke up from your little 'nap.' That's no way to end d-hall."
"Um, Mr. Crocker?" Timmy said in a shaky voice. "It's only 3:40. D-hall ends at 4:00. I still have twenty minutes."
"That's where you're wrong."
Crocker suddenly took out a lighter and set a bunch of papers on his desk on fire.
"Soon you will found out, Turner, that in this case, d-hall means Death Hall. So long Timmy Turner. Oh, and I wouldn't try the windows- they lock from the outside." And with that, he closed and locked the door.
Sure enough, Timmy found this to be true. He tried to force the door and windows open with a chair, but his arm hurt too much. By this time, Crocker's and several student's desks had caught fire. Timmy knew it wasn't long before it spread. He had to find a way out-fast.
He started to cough- the smoke was everywhere. The ceiling started to fall, and a piece of it hit Timmy on the head. If it didn't hurt before, it did then. He felt dizzy from that and the smoke.
Timmy saw that there was only one way out. He had to use his body weight to break the window. He was small for his age, but it might just work. It would hurt, he knew it. But he was willing to go through some pain. It was better than being burned alive, right? If that didn't kill him, the smoke would.
Timmy bit his lip, braced himself, and jumped. The window broke, all right. He felt the glass cut him as it showered down. He landed on his side in the grass, but he kept rolling. He only stopped when he hit his head on a large rock. He lost consciousness almost instantly.
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