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I look on the other side of the wall pointing my flashlight and see something pink and powdery. Why haven't we used this in class before? It looks fun. I picked it up just for a good once over. There isn't a lid on it. Isn't that dangerous or a hazard or something?
"I think I hear something coming form the back of the room. Someone is or was in here cuz the window is open." A man with a slightly high pitched voice said in a low, but audible whisper.
My eyes went wide. They found me. It's not like I can run, I mean, I'm in a contaminated cabinet. I heard quiet footsteps closing in on me.
I'm dead. Goodbye world. I hated you anyways. You always got on my nerves. If I could I would choke you. And mother nature? I'm not even going to say bye to you because I won't miss you. The pain you've caused me is unbearable.
The cabinet doors in front of me whirled open, startling me out of my thoughts and making me jump. The pink powder I was holding came up out of the circular, small container making contact with my left inner forearm. Whatever that thing is, it burns.
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