I was now almost 7. I was done with everything, the experiments, the torture, every freaking thing about this place. I was done with the School. I'd managed to rig the cage so it wouldn't latch properly but would look like it did. When the time was right, I pushed open the door as softly as i could, but it still squeaked on it's hinges loudly I winced at the sound and at there, waiting to make sure no one was coming. after 5 minutes i released a breath i hadn't realized i was holding and crawled out of my cage. I lightly pushed open the door that led to the hallway of countless other rooms and looked both ways, once i made sure no one was coming, i let the door shut silently behind me and made my way to the door carefully, constantly hiding and making sure no one was coming. when i made it to the door, i realized it needed a key card and a pin to boot. i pushed one of the buttons to see what it would do and suddenly alarms were blaring and footsteps pounded down the halls and a few erasers grabbed me and threw me back in my cage, putting a padlock on it instead of just latching it shut. There was a failed escape under my belt. i sighed and slumped against the wall of my cage. "Nice try, 275! but the only way you'll be getting out of here is in a body bag" one eraser says with a cruel smile, kicking my crate hard as they walk by.
