THERE IS QUITE A BIT OF SWEARING IN THIS ENTRY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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I looked down at my watch. Shit, I’m late, I thought. I started jogging forward, towards my AP English Literature class. I reached my desk out of breath with a minute to spare. Placing my backpack on the ground, I quickly left the classroom again. I needed to use the bathroom. I walked down the hall and entered the single stall bathroom. I locked the door. Then a high pitch noise started blaring through the school. The fire alarm. It’s probably just a drill. When I was done in the bathroom, I unlocked the door and walked out. Or tried to. I unlocked the door and tried to push it open, but it wouldn’t budge. The door was stuck. “Shit,” I muttered. I pushed the door again. Nothing. “Shit,” I said again through gritted teeth. The fire alarm was still howling. I threw my shoulder into the door, and it finally opened. I practically fell into the hallway. It was completely deserted. Duh. We were doing a fire drill. I started to walk to the entrance of the school so I could meet up with my class. But as I turned around a corner, my mouth dropped. Blocking my path was a raging fire. “This isn’t a fucking drill, is it?” I asked, not expecting a response. “No shit, Sherlock,” A voice answered. I look over where the voice is coming from. A student was standing in the doorway of a classroom, watching the raging fire. “Dude. What the hell are you doing, just standing there?” I exclaimed. “I dunno. Fire is mesmerizing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess. Come on, we need to get out of here.” The student looked up from the flames, almost as if snapping out of a trance. “Good idea.” The student walked out of the classroom over to me. “And how do you suppose we leave? The fire is blocking the only way out, if you hadn’t noticed.”
“There are fire escapes in all the classrooms. Follow me.” I started walking to the nearest classroom. I tried the door. It was locked. Another, and it was locked as well. As I walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, the student started talking. “I’m Argond, but most people call me Argo. Who’re you?”
“Cameron,” I said, as I pushed open an unlocked classroom door. “Come on,” I instructed. We entered the empty classroom. I started checking the windows, looking for the one that was meant for escaping. We were on the second floor of the school, and it was a long drop to the ground. Looking over at Argo, I saw she was sitting on a desk, watching me. “Are you going to help?” I asked loudly. Argo’s head shot up, and she nodded. We continued searching the windows. “Found it,” Argo told me. She pulled the window open, a loud, metallic, screech drowning out the sound of the fire alarm. I stuck my head out the window. I could see all the students and teachers gathered on the far field, taking attendance. “You ready to get the fuck out of here?” I asked Argo. She hesitated, before saying, “I need to tell you something before you jump. I’m the one who started the fire. I didn’t mean for it to get so bad, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.” My mouth dropped. Looking at the door, I saw fire starting to peek around the frame. “Is that all? Because I’d really like to leave before we’re both burnt to a crisp,” I said harshly. “Leave. If you care so much, go ahead and jump now,” Argo retorted. She turned away from me. “What did I do? Is not wanting to fucking die too much to ask?” I yelled. “I’m going. You can do whatever the hell you want.” I’d never even met this person before, but I was getting so worked up. Why? I had no idea. “No, you’re not. You should have thought about that before yelling at me,” Argo whispered. She raised her hands above her head. There was an ear splitting crack, and the flames surged forward, into the room. They surrounded Argo, coming like waves towards me. I watched in awe as the fire rose around her, but not burning her. The flames grew, forming wings of a sort. Then Argo was gone. In her place was a small creature. I say small because of how large this creature normally is. The creature was the length of three desks, and its wingspan was at least five. “Argo? You’re a…” Before I could finish my sentence, flames shot out of the dragon’s mouth. There was a boom. My skin burned like a thousand red hot knives were cutting into it, but then I could feel no more. I fell backwards, hitting my head on the hard floor. It really wasn’t a drill, I thought. Then everything faded to black.
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